Literature
To Delta
High flying times mean long daunting falls,
you think to yourself as the rushing floor calls.
Despite (your) bright white gleaming wings still unfurling,
This force pulls you down, tumbling and turning.
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Dry those innocent eyes,
cos tears weren't made for you.
You're born to try, born to fly,
high above this world that adores you.
Searching your soul, no reason comes forth,
when all's said and done, fate'll still keep its course.
Though it seems there's no answers, remember always,
you did nothing wrong, it's just how life sways.
(Chorus)
(So) dry those innocent eyes,
cos tears weren't made for you.
You're born to try,