I know,
I know in this time alone, I have mine own journey!
No doctors, no more attorneys to cringe your bowel movements!
Pure innocence to recapture me!!!
To rapture me with saints garbed in white cloak..
Where quiet smoke is virtue hand created...
Tumbled, faded I'm ready to leave this billowed curse!
A golden structured church....
For wings will I have where no one may judge me, begrudge me, and point fingers when its themselves they point back at!!!
No more time to keep, no stories to weep, as our television's update us on newest war trend!!!
A new beginning, no end,
These wings will fly distant galaxies between the speckled dust.