This Kid Defied Gravity｜Aidan Bryant｜AGT

Solitary eyes in confinement I'm used to peace and the silence Muddy fields of death and despair But I wasn't right there Holding out a hand from me It's shaking and I'm ready to flee Far away a whistle is blown Telling us it's not right Trust I seek from angels of seven When it's raining fire from heaven But the truth is I'm just a man And life can be unfair But I know it's my doom Perfume shall get my home When it's all that I am left Holding out a hand from me It's shaking and I'm ready to flee Far away a whistle is blown Holding out a hand from me