by Austin James
prose with few rhymes
|you're like the air,
lighter than the wind,
lighter than the earth.
a feather that flys,
with me i'd be much obliged.
you talk i listen,
i understand, i get you.
so look me in the eyes with that smile of yours and show me the air,
show me how you fly,
show me how you're already sky high.
you see i understand you, not like the others.
you see i get you, not like the other boys.
you see you're not like the others, i understand you..
you see you're not like the other girls, i get you.
really, just me and you, let's fly sky high.