Ash in my mouth, with broken wings I wonder
On the ground ponder
Why did I
Fly
So close the sun.
For now traveled have I
From the blaze of sun
to the pitch black
Here I build my wings again;
To soar the heavens so so high.
So fellow husks
in the swamp of death.
Remind me brothers;
Don't try to fly to the sun!
again...
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
Ash in my mouth, with broken wings I wonder
On the ground ponder
Why did I
Fly
So close the sun.
For now traveled have I
From the blaze of sun
to the pitch black
Here I build my wings again;
To soar the heavens so so high.
So fellow husks
in the swamp of death.
Remind me brothers;
Don't try to fly to the sun!
again...