Light, little feather
In your wings...

As sweet as can be
no one would expect it...

They knock me down every day
knowing naught what they do to me...

He wants us to push our self's.
To do are best till the end...

Sweeping across the sky,
High above...

Rain can come down hard
And the sun can be there...

Through the drifting snow
I now tread lonely, cold...

Locked,
No one can get in...

Wanting one thing
so incredibly bad...

You rarely ever see true beauty,
But a red rose is a sweet thing...

I don't say it often enough,
But I want you to know I do love you...

The mountains in the distance,
high above the plains below...