Vestiges of Man
Roll, pitch, soar, glide.
I am now bird bona fide.
There is no going back;
Hill, dale, air attack,
Wings weave wonder's flight.
Exhilaration beyond fright;
Gone are vestiges of man,
Christen me now Peter Pan!
MrTubacle 1 year ago
Vestiges of Man
Roll, pitch, soar, glide.
I am now bird bona fide.
There is no going back;
Hill, dale, air attack,
Wings weave wonder's flight.
Exhilaration beyond fright;
Gone are vestiges of man,
Christen me now Peter Pan!
MrTubacle 1 year ago