Little Wing

	Well, she's walking through the clouds
	With a circus mind,
	That's running wild.
	Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
	And fairytales,
	That's all she ever thinks about ...
	Riding with the wind.
	When I'm sad, she comes to me
	With a thousand smiles
	She gives to me free.
	It's alright, she says,
	It's alright;
	Take anything you want from me,
	Anything.