Flying Solo

I see the trees waving their raised hands
 Praising the one who planted them there
 I wish I could see from high up in the air
 But I'm stuck here on the ground
 With my wounds holding me down
 Hold on spirit, hold on soul
 Hold on little heart, let's fly solo
 Take it easy or take it slow
 Doesn't even matter which way we go
 Hold on little heart, let's fly solo
 So I sewed on a pair of homemade wings
 I stood on the shoulders of my father to see
 Next thing I knew I lost feeling in my feet
 Surrounded by the clouds
 I left my wounds on the ground
 Hold on spirit, hold on soul
 Hold on little heart, let's fly solo
 Take it easy or take it slow
 Doesn't even matter which way we go
 Hold on little heart, let's fly solo
 Ooo...
 Hold on spirit, hold on soul
 Hold on little heart, let's fly solo
 Take it easy or take it slow
 Doesn't even matter which way we go
 Hold on little heart, let's fly solo