How can the small flowers grow
If the wild winds blow
And the cold snow is all around?
And where will the frail birds fly
If their homes on high
Have been torn down to the ground?
Lift the wings that carry me away from here
And fill the sail that breaks the line to home
But when I'm miles and miles apart from you
I'm beside you and I think of you
A story in a brah
How can a tree stand tall
If the rain won't fall
To wash its branches down?
And how can the heart survive
Can it stay alive
If its love's denied for long?
Lift the wings that carry me away from here
And fill the sail that breaks the line to home
But when I'm miles and miles apart from you
I'm beside you and I think of you
A story
And I'm with you as I dream of you
A story
And this song will bring me near to you
A story in a brah
