The singer
The singer
You see the singer
He is like a man caught up
Like a feather released
His words
They pierce through the air
They flow with the wind
To where you may not know
The singer
He has his own grace
When he maintains innocence
The singer
You see the singer
He is like a man caught up
Like a feather released
His words
They pierce through the air
They flow with the wind
To where you may not know
The singer
He has his own grace
When he maintains innocence
