Emma Grace - Fly

Well, I knew a man,
so conflicted by his wounds,
he never saw the sun no more,
feeling so battered and bruised.
He carried shadows,
deep and cold,
a heart once so vibrant,
now feeling heavy as stone.
In echos of pain,
his spirt would hide,
and in hopes gentle light,
he would so often decline.

A heart turned to stone,
where did all that love go?
he walked alone in the night,
into a beautiful light.
And now he flies, flies, flies.

well, I knew a girl,
who thought she had the whole world.
she saw rainbows in darkness,
her spirt unfurled.
but you touched her soul,
in places she didn't know,
you left her lonely,
as the embers continued to glow,
now she carries your shadows,
deep and cold,
a heart once so lively,
is now feeling as heavy as stone.

A heart turned to stone,
where did all that love go?
she walks alone in the night,
into a beautiful light.
And now they fly, fly fly,
and now they fly, fly, fly
and now they fly, fly, fly,
and now they fly, fly, fly.