Fly <br />To the distance land <br />Where you feel no pain <br />But you are haunt by the deeds of your hands <br />To the faraway land <br />Where the filthy lies unfold like the dawn of the day <br />And give way to the crystal truth that wasn’t say <br />There you need not to worry what tomorrow brings <br />Dance and sing with the wind <br />Now off you go <br />Little soul <br />To the land where you reap what you sow <br />Fly........ fly away<br /><br />Wale Smyle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fly-64/
