The beating of my wings up-and-down
Crying but faint sounds
Tall mountains of orange sand
Entangling me through band and band
Memories winding up through strands of time
Oh how the laughter within my ears chime
I can't look back now
If I do, I'll fall down
To this painful, cracked ground
So I have to stand tall
So I can never fall
The beating of my wings up-and-down
Crying, but faint sounds
My wings are scorched and dry
But I'll continue forward so I can fly
I'll continue to fight
So I can see the beauty and find the light
If I'm not brave
There will be nothing that I can save
When I smile
I believe I've run an extra mile
And I am a wild child
The beating of my wings up-and-down
Always crying but faint sounds
I am the butterfly in the desert
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