Through the skies and through the breeze
It's petals levitating so smoothly
A master of arts in planning an escape
There it is flying away!! My heart might be a closed book but maybe try to open it anyway? You need to read this, my hero.
I found this letter from my old-self. This is for a hero. Today's tough, tomorrow tougher, the next days It was a heavy handed helping, He was sure;
His shoulders guarded like two quiet knights