LYRIC FOR SALE

By Kiasha Pettigrew

Hm.
Hmmm.
Hmmm.
Hmmmm~

I, I know where skies.
They hide at night.
Then darkness, is light.
I~. I know a lions,
A Lions pride.
It hunts at night.
So at night we'll rise.

In the open fields of gold there I see,
Someone dancing in the grasses with much glee.
And they're flying like an eagle, ascending.
And they're free~
(Free. Hmm)

Sometimes, things go awry.
But we won't hide.
We'll stand, and fight.
Oh there, is more to life.
Than just to survive.
So you, must, thrive.

In the open fields of gold there I see,
Someone dancing in the grasses with much glee.
And they're flying like an eagle, ascending.
And they're free~
(Free, free, free)

In the open fields of gold there I see~
Someone dancing in the grasses with much glee~
And they're flying like an eagle, ascending~
They are one with all they touch and all they see~

And they're free
They are, free
They are, me
It is me~

Hm.
Hmmm.
Hmmm.
Hmmmm~