Come what May

If we wrote our dreams on the silver moon
We would run out of room to write,
As we fly in formation, wing to wing,
We are safe, under stars, tonight

We soar over towns and the land is still,
Like a giant it is sleeping,
Our days may be hard but our hearts are free,
They sing of the love they’re keeping

Our hope is a light we each hold aloft
And together we find our way,
We were meant to live, we were meant to smile
And we will make it come what may

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