i fly

In the air i fly way out there Have corse of 2 houers trip Or is that just how it felt When she starts opening up my shirt I can feel the breeze She reched her hand in tend to navigate On joy stick that help me hang She pushed the bottons and whisper the wing like a seremony in the templement Traped in a dream where i can fly Prison of freadoom on air Just one touch taking to awake Sunny out side but the room is black