It's time to fly
As the South Node passes over
Everyone is breaking up
And it’s only a little sad…
As I walk the streets where we once adored the houses and architecture
As the south node transits over my house of spirits and death
I know the time has come
To fly
These stories I must tell
Everyone is breaking up
And it should be sad
But there is an air
Of change that’s hanging
Around us like a breath
A cloud that’s disappeared
As Hope fills the streets
It’s time to fly
