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.
Those who opened their eye sees something different,
They find something in their moment,
To remember what they represent.
We all have different wings whether they are an angel or a demon.
What are you really?
Dancing with an angel or dancing with the devil?
Who knows…
We all believe that we are our own hero.
No matter if we are our own villain.
There is nothing wrong with being a shade of gray.
There is magic wherever we go.
Even when we can’t see it anymore.
Whatever our choices are in the future...
Don't forget that we were all once innocent.
No one is alone.
It is never too late to find that part of you to remember.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
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