Take 1:
A soft feathered, fragile boy
Playing with imaginations toy
Now featherless waiting to fly
Beyond the warm limits of sky
Touched by angels, now waiting to die
I look back for an angel to say good bye
Just goodbye….
Take 2:
Wandering, wandering I am able to fly
Shed my body as time passed me by
I think I deserved to live but preferred to die
But now I’m free ah! Immortal and high
Lying with angels who kiss me dry
Yet I look back for an angel, to say goodbye
Just goodbye…..
For in her arms I did die !!!
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