Sethry

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.