• thinking of not you but thinking of me loving the sky and looking at the sun i would love to take off and run lost in the air is what i wish to be lost is not a curse but a gift not a care for where you are or who you are with but being lost witch is gods gift but soon it fades are you found can you stand above ground can you think of any other place youd rather be can u imagine a life care free lost in air is what i wish so much so its on my chrismas list be eternaly lost with no air i embrace it as it flows through my hair love is not the word that i feel gratitude feeds me an everlasting meal