Living in an illusion once trapped by your magnitude,
while I grasp for air, of course with love in the air,
I knew you was my yang.

Beauty as elegant that's traveling through your veins,
devouring your heart, 3eye, and mind. I see you.

Air as pure, trapped as a child you are who just want to be free.
With faith, you are free my child as source of power speak.

With this twinkle in your eye resembling that twinkle in night.
You are beautiful, yet your child is even more pure memorizing.

Spread your wings as the angel you are,
and continue to live releasing your light,
my child.