so small, yet still so proud. at night before dreams he looks into the clouds.
a high-flyer's what I want to be, seems they won't let me, says I'm too small.
well, I don't feel small at all. break my dreams, that's what they'll do.
well, I'm going to run away, and learn to fly like you.
look around, what do you see? these are all high-flyers, but none of these high-flyers look like me.
what is that supposed to mean? what am I supposed to be?
and now little one is broken, lying on the ground. Trying to get up, 'till his last breath out.
wings are strune everywhere, there's blood all around.
cause even angels die, but the light just fades. it's so sad, but he'd be so proud.
little angel, you got to learn to fly. get up and earn your wings tonight.
broken angel, just look in my eyes. get up, earn your wings tonight.
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