Cousins

Young boy that I know feels he has lived too long
His spirit of adventure slipped away
With little sense of pride, he feels deep down inside.

He is flying, flying, flying to be free again
Flying, flying, flying to be free again.

Young girl that I know feels she has lost her way
Her only chance of love once passed her by
But little does she know, this is hardly so.

She is flying, flying, flying to be free again
Flying, flying, flying to be free again
Flying, flying, flying to be free again
Flying, flying, flying to be free again.

And just as in the willow pattern fantasy
The boy and girl have crossed the bridge of tears
And like the birds above, they are sending down their love.

Flying, flying, flying to be free again
Flying, flying, flying to be free again
Flying, flying, flying to be free again
Flying, flying, flying to be free again.

Dying, dying, dying to be free again
Dying, dying, dying to be free again.