3/8/16
Tis I
The outcast angel
The one who fell
Tis I
The recreated rebel
The one who learned to fly
Tis I,
Down,
Like leaves I fell
H
igh,
I rose up with the tide
Now, I miss
The breeze in my hair
The gentle sun kissed bliss
The world with no despair
I wish,
I wish,
I could hold the warmth within me
I could keep the cold away
The sun, unfair, unforgiving,
The one reason we're still living
Breathing,
Being.
The world so unforgiving.
Reality still swimming.
Fiction, fake, fantasy,
I wish it were
Reality.
