Looking through the window
Into the graying sky
She founds a overshadow
Rushing through and fly
The wind is blowing high
Sound is piercing the mind
Wings are wide in defy
Dust is making her blind
She wonders through the wilderness
Amazed by the stubbornness
The storm is against the flying wings
Yet the bird is fighting things
She was crying and sighing
Alone she was denying
For the things she will never have
For the things she thought she had
Into the storm she saw the bird
Majestically the life is stirred
She knew the truth out of a sudden
The bird in the sky opened the Eden
After the shadow there will be light
Fight the wind like the Kite
Open the arms and go ahead
They will be the wings wide spread….
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 4:31 PM UTC
Looking through the window
Into the graying sky
She founds a overshadow
Rushing through and fly
The wind is blowing high
Sound is piercing the mind
Wings are wide in defy
Dust is making her blind
She wonders through the wilderness
Amazed by the stubbornness
The storm is against the flying wings
Yet the bird is fighting things
She was crying and sighing
Alone she was denying
For the things she will never have
For the things she thought she had
Into the storm she saw the bird
Majestically the life is stirred
She knew the truth out of a sudden
The bird in the sky opened the Eden
After the shadow there will be light
Fight the wind like the Kite
Open the arms and go ahead
They will be the wings wide spread….
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