Sullen, emotionally stunted, and inarticulate, we still evince an instinctive awareness that life holds 'hidden glories'.

The Wings - Gustavo Santaolalla

You give me the wings to fly
You are the clear blue sky
I'm floating so free, so high
Falling with grace, for you, am I
You give me the wings to fly
You give me the wings to fly
You are the clear blue sky
I'm floating so free, so high
Falling with grace, for you, am I
You give me the wings to fly

cheebs x