Feeling stuck in the miry clay

What good is a pair of legs 

If I can't walk away

(Can't walk away)


But if I stay here today

There is no hope for tommorow

What else is there left to do

But to spread my wings 

And fly away

( And fly away)

Lyrics. Poetry

◄ Humble

Mundane ►


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