Lyrics: Cheryl Thorne
Music: Cheryl Thorne
They tell you how it should feel
Until you live it, itβs ideal
Time flies by, only on loan
Now just photos, on my phone
I cannot see it or I choose blind
Struggle to keep, my luggage light
Took the leap, to the coast of Spain
maybe life is just a game
Float free β¦ as I please
Float free β¦ only limit, is your mind
I want to know, how high I can go
All make sense, when looking back
Twenty-twenty, in the moment lacks
Slapped awake, some give some only take
I get wiser, with scars to prove
Float free β¦ pleasing me
Float free β¦ only limit, is your mind
I want to know, how high I can go
I want to know, how high I can go