woman in flight

Woman in flight, like a feather in the wind

I love her despite, the empty promises she uses to bind

She changes her mind, and her voice is always sweet

She leads me blind, like a fire she’s the heat

She has a pretty voice, in tears and in laughter

I have no choice, I keep on chasing after

I can’t rejoice,  I’m a slave and she’s my master

But she is always lying, always a miserable character

Who can trust her, who can ever be happy with her

Who can love her, who can ever be loving to her

I concur, i’m an amateur to her

But it will never occur, that she is the one i prefer

Woman in flight, like a feather in the wind

He has a pretty voice, always gentle always sweet