Little Wings

Small hands reaching for the crystal
Feeling fascination, only having fun
Tiny fingers on the window
linger for a moment
Frozen in the sun

I see them laughing as they play
Wishing it would always be this way
They don’t really have to make The same mistakes we’ve made
Tell me where can I begin
Teaching them to ride upon the wind
Flying is an afterthought
For little wings
I know you’ve got little wings
I’ve learned a lot… From little wings

lyrics by Jeff Smetana © 2001

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