Written by Gerry Beckley, ©2016
Found on Carousel.

Fly, robin up in the air
High on a wing and a prayer
If your world has got you down
Time to rise up from the ground
Slip your bounds

Run, river run through the years
Over the truth and the tears
Everything is fading fast
Now your time has come and passed
Guess we knew this couldn't last

Some will look and wonder why
And they stare up in the sky
I'll just say you had to fly

Fly... fly

Last Revised: 21 September 2016