Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.
There is A madman inside of you Who is always running for office
Run my dear, From anything That may not strengthen Your precious budding wings.
There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.
