moved.moved.moved

Monday, October 27, 2003

when will you be home, she asked
as i watched the planes take off
we both know we have no clear answer
to where my dreams may lead

she's watched me as i crawled and stumbled
as a child she was my world
and now to let me go, i know she bleeds
and yet she says to me

you can fly so high, keep your gaze upon the sky
i'll be praying every step along the way

even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart
i love you too much to make you stay
baby fly away

autumn leaves fell into springtime and silver painted hair
daddy called one evening saying we need you pls come back
when i saw her laying in her bed fragile as a child
paled just like an angel taking flight i held her as i cried

you can fly so high, keep your gaze upon the sky
i'll be praying every step along the way

even though it breaks my heart to know we'll be so far apart
i love you too much to make you stay
baby fly away