Across the winter sky it became from blue to gray, As the snowflakes has fallen down you beg to stay, The air feels cold against your skin when you pray, A sense of peace when you close your eyes and wander astray. At least tell me if I can be like a cloud, To create art in the sky and away from the crowd, Not that I am screaming out loud. We dream about flying and waited so long to find our wings, Each star in space is like a dream in a diamond ring, I am not looking for a king, At least I want to sing. When you open your eyes do they gleam or sparkle? Dancing above the ocean waves spinning around in a circle, Do you ask yourself if you ever wanted to be mortal? What are the problems of being a human when they don’t have their own wings? Do they bring? Or do they cling? No one knows how hard it is to be a simple angel on earth, Even when we give it our worth, There is something deeper than the soul to find how much it is known to be a hearth. Every human goes dark, To lose that spark....
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