Flight of Our Best
Come fly with my soul
Let the skies unfold
With the rhythm of the wind
your wings are riding high on my dreams
Nothing to conquer
Only to share
The ghosts of our past
are flying by your window there
Flight from the sky
Is an echo of a silhouette
We are the players of no games
Only explorers of each others best
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