The Compass

I have a compass pointing North to where you are 

Way far high and the Trees grow Tall 

I dreamed I spread my wings to a Flying V 

Destiny, faith, magnetism and All..

I have a Compass inside and it's pointing Up North 

I can smell the dew and the Evergreen Pine 

So I stretched my wings and followed your Call 

And I flew Up North to make you mine 

Way far High where the air is Thin 

I felt your face and touched your skin 

I Flocked to you through the headwind..

And Dreamed that's where our story begins