The Void
When I Grow Wings
The sky is an ever foreboding space, where clouds form callosal giants, amongst a blue haze.
At night, the darkness wrapped everything in a blanket of darkness, with only the slight shimmer
of starlight, that guided ancient mariners on their way.
On still waters, not disturbed by man's un ruling quest
for the ocean. The moon is reflected like a silver spirit haunting the shaw - line and Lunar Bay.
The sky is a place of beauty and might. A jewel of the earth
born from purity in the atmosphere; as the sun's rays penetrate the stratosphere with radiant light.
When I grow wings, I will fly up towards the sky, way up high. So I can touch the heavens and dance
With angels. As I wait to be reborn, earthbound, for reasons I know not why.
Like Icarus, I'll sore close to the sun. As I fly, fly, fly. Until my quest to be free
is done.
At night, the darkness wrapped everything in a blanket of darkness, with only the slight shimmer
of starlight, that guided ancient mariners on their way.
On still waters, not disturbed by man's un ruling quest
for the ocean. The moon is reflected like a silver spirit haunting the shaw - line and Lunar Bay.
The sky is a place of beauty and might. A jewel of the earth
born from purity in the atmosphere; as the sun's rays penetrate the stratosphere with radiant light.
When I grow wings, I will fly up towards the sky, way up high. So I can touch the heavens and dance
With angels. As I wait to be reborn, earthbound, for reasons I know not why.
Like Icarus, I'll sore close to the sun. As I fly, fly, fly. Until my quest to be free
is done.
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When I Grow Wings
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