Fallen Angels
You are angels,
You're supposed to fly!
You are mystries,
Waiting .. And waiting ..
For a cloud to cry..
All the whispers of hope.. Uplifting a laugh from the wonderland of globe .. To the far sighted sky...
But believe my heart when my voice glitches..
Temples of meditation of the symphonic pitches ..
When I get melancholic high..
Little hands wondering in the agony..
Naive chuckles evaporating in the desper climate to declare mutiny...
Oh! Little hearts never stop to try...
Sunshine, never surrender,
To the relentless soul hunter..
Never sleep in the shadow to deny!
Open that pearly eye!!
Angels are supposed to fly !!
No sweetheart, no cry!!
The heavens are beaneath you ..
With every dream shining true..
No sweetheart,
No grief..
Let's gigle in the face of death..
And our days bravely retrieve ..
No bitter !
And in our hands no sort of misery dye!
No paint of giving up will mess with our sky..
And if we're messed up :
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