Can you feel the wind?
Close your eyes, it's coming
It's coming
Leave yourself behind
Can you fee the call?
Do you feel it writhing in your thighs?
The answering reply
As your feet leaves the ground
The night air fueling the intoxication
The sky is calling
For your presence
The moon is rejoicing
My child, bound not be by the earth
You were meant,
For so much more
Spread your wings
Moult your skin of old
Pallid, vulnerable, weak
Call upon your down
Sleek, elegant, beautiful
Freedom
Child, the sky is calling
You've been away far too long
You're absense is being mourned
Come back
Come back...
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