What would I not give
To be a majestic kite
Soaring up into the heights
Of the pinkish blue sky
And feeling the wind beneath me
Keeping me afloat as I glide…
And glide…
And glide…
And glide…
What would I not give
To be a majestic kite
Soaring up into the heights
Of the pinkish blue sky
And feeling the wind beneath me
Keeping me afloat as I glide…
And glide…
And glide…
Nehaan 