Flying Solo

I see the trees waving their raised hands
Praising the one who planted them there
I wish I could see from high up in the air
But I'm stuck here on the ground
With my wounds holding me down

Hold on spirit, hold on soul
Hold on little heart, let's fly solo
Take it easy or take it slow
Doesn't even matter which way we go
Hold on little heart, let's fly solo

So I sewed on a pair of homemade wings
I stood on the shoulders of my father to see
Next thing I knew I lost feeling in my feet
Surrounded by the clouds
I left my wounds on the ground

Hold on spirit, hold on soul
Hold on little heart, let's fly solo
Take it easy or ta
ke it slow
Doesn't even matter which way we go
Hold on little heart, let's fly solo

Ooo...

Hold on spirit, hold on soul
Hold on little heart, let's fly solo
Take it easy or take it slow
Doesn't even matter which way we go
Hold on little heart, let's fly solo