(Old #poem I Wrote An Age Ago) People dance as children die, When money's gone the people cry. I'll try to spread my wings and fly, But my wings will burn And I'll never touch your sky.
(Old #poem I Wrote An Age Ago) People dance as children die, When money's gone the people cry. I'll try to spread my wings and fly, But my wings will burn And I'll never touch your sky.