Make me fly
high high high
high in the
sky!
Angels Angels
take me away
with you
far far far
far-beyond the blue
sky!
My throat is chocked
My things are done.
I am in the queue
waiting my turn.
I look,
now
past my past,
and find the brightest
of my moment
bidding me, and
cry!
Choose me.
Choose me.
Don't leave me,
dry!
No pain
No joy
and not a certainty
of life or love
there I will
die!
Dreams chase me here,
Hopes cage me here
and I fall short of breathe
gasping,
I utter my finality
slowly, closing my
eye!
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