Young boy that I know Feels he has lived too long His spirit of adventure Slipped away With little sense of pride He feels deep down inside He is flying To be free again Young girl that I know Feels she has lost her way Her only chance of love Once pa**ed her by But little does she know This is hardly so She is flying To be free again And just as in the willow patter fantasy The boy and girl have crossed the bridge of tears And like the birds above They are sending down their love Flying to be free again Crying to be free again Dying to be free again