Fly, Fly Back Home
I search and search,
For a way back home.
But everywhere I turn,
I stand alone.
I see the snow fall,
And the sky gray.
The sun used to shine everywhere I go,
It was never this way.
As days go by,
And the nights roam,
I dream to fly,
to fly away home.
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