Little Wing

Submitted By: Andenia

LITTLE WING


Well, she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales,

That's all she ever thinks about...

Riding the wind

When I'm sad she comes to me
with a thousand smiles
she gives to me free

It's alright, she says,
It's alright
Take anything you want from me,
anything,

Fly on, little wing

Author: Sting
If you are the copyright holder of this poem and it was submitted by one of our users without your consent, please contact us here and we will be happy to remove it.