These Angel wings were made to fly.
The make me reach for heaven-
though all I ever wanted was the sky.
A paradisaical kingdom to call my own;
A star to wish upon;
These wings were made to fly,
but my dream's never been heaven,
all along it's been the sky.
A little bit of liberty,
only belonging to me
to set free a icy heart
before the fighter's mind starts to fall apart.
These wings – broken – were never meant to fly.
Knight charming, would you bring me the sky.
© in 2014
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