Wandering through life
One day I was gifted
Wings to mine
Flyed and drifted
They took me to Paradise
There I kissed them
Those wings of delight
Those wings of mine
I, who haven't ever flyed
Those wings of delight
Became part of my
World. How could I land?
In that past of torment?
That weakness of wakeness
That is flying not?
But so land I did.
And those wings of delight
Had I to cut to bit
Oh! How they cried!
Sometimes at night
Still hear do I
The air flowing by
Those wings that aren't there
Oh! How cry do I
Now that I land
Upon this torment
This Phantom Pain
Weak
Wake
Vain.
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