Spread my wings to a world unknown,
fear of falling, falling alone
When from the great heights I looked below,
a great void lay, all was stone.
I wondered, why i spread my wings,
bared, fragile for cold wind’s stings?
In hopes of love, when I did know
winter I’ll find, no seasons of springs.
And still, I spread my wings to fly alone
a hope in void, of melting of stone
Though distanced from the world below,
my shadow touches the ground, I mourn.
Sunshine will glow on my wings some day,
in search of that warmth, i am flying away.
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