Free like a bird fly where ever you want soaring the winds up high sun kissed wings What, no service on this flight gizzard is empty, scream freedom gone, got to land dump excessive weight on a bald Should have listen take the full coarse attention stopped after taking off now I wish to be caught
The words were just flying around in my head. Perhaps a bit to much whiskey yesterday evening. I think this poem needs a rescue operation! Ha de Gött!