riding the storm


I was pulled out of the heaven

Came down from.earth all in sevens

With wings spread far and wide

Air sinks across every moon and ride

A grand picture painted to land

Every memory buried in the sand

Should I roam so different among all them


That there eyes see what others condemn

All of lost faith

Rather face your fear rather than wraiths

Oh cry the sky full of rain

In a noise, shatters with every rain

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