Black Bird, White Cloud
I'm feeling this today. I love Aminah's voice. It fits this sulky, melancholic rainy afternoon.
Black bird flying solo
Think I get where your coming from
Gliding high singing your own song
No impositions made by you
I see you make that break
Nothing between your sights and you
Yours is the highest high
There is no cage can hold you, I am
Free just looking at you
Your liberty rising takes my breath
Though I'm grounded my heart is set
If living is flying then black bird I'm with you
White cloud riding on high
Lay my eyes upon the crown of the endless sky
Such a rush watching your free fall
Then you rise and you do it all again
I see you make that break
Nothing between your heights and you
Yours is the highest high
There's no reigns to hold you
If living is flying then white cloud I'm with you

28-yr old nocturnal over@nal geekette Malaysian.
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