Always and forever, our wings will glow.
Their were all true and pure guiding us to paradise
Almost imperfect like us, it still got damaged and bled
It healed itself like skin but slowly
Although their was a trick to the fantasize
Wings were once bone, once belong to the dark clouds and wreck less dreams
Someone was pulling me away so they may fly instead
Like weakness to its core, they were above me
And I was below them
Trying to stop myself from falling into the void, their was no time
I hit the ground as the wind was pulling me down
I woke up
Ill never forget that day
Those who fly, fly. Those who land in the rusted lake, did not succeed its comings.