Fly

Sundown on a January Sunday a blast from the past caught me by surprise although we have been estranged someone could of told me you died, now I am in mourning regretting that we never got to reconcile so but with tears in my eyes on this cold, cold January night in the shadow of a full moons light I say I'm sorry I know I could of been a better son but a wild horse will run... But now you can put your wings up, put your wings up, put your wings up and fly but please daddy please don't forget me over on the other side... But put your wings up, put your wings up, put your wings up and FLY, just go on and FLY now FLY, just FLY!