Wings
to fly
In
the sky
Rising
up to the light
Feeling
the soaring wind
Floating
up in whispers
The
many sound in the ears
The
many scales and melodies
The
long riffs hitting the scores
Wings
to fly
The
valley seems so small
The
clouds showing its patterns
The
gate of paradise?
There
is nothing
When
sins cloud the eyes
It's
the mind dreaming it
The
story narrated in scriptures
Wings
to fly
Like
the angels
The
songs of paradise
Maybe
it is our imagination
Wings
to fly
If
only we get rid of our sins
It
has strangled us
It's
the mind dreaming it
Wings
to fly
In
the sky
Like
the angels
The
songs of paradise
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