years that once past this ordinary life couldn't last all my anger frustration so sinned throw caution away to the wind
and whilst they told me to stay here that I wouldn't get anywhere they might as well have admitted that i would have never gotten my share
Good times at flight camp now are here summer's clear and darkness disapears Best friend till the day we met appear happier than once was thought Whilst the sent way to learn the rules found its better to break than to bend Good times at flight camp now are here and I never want it to end
and so my friend we would find a way tell them we don't need you to stay we have ourselves, each other what more do I need you have my back, wings, claws indeed
the learned skills more than flying that this friendship could never end and whilst they told me everything ends I refuse to believe