Carried on the wings of angels
I glide over my troubles.
Like a bird glides
Without even flapping wings
Friends rescue me
Over and over
From my own self
They are not my tonic
They are food itself…
I glide over my troubles.
Like a bird glides
Without even flapping wings
Friends rescue me
Over and over
From my own self
They are not my tonic
They are food itself…