I wish I could fly
With angel wings
I'd cut through the night sky
As the church bell rings
Soaring high above the pointed rooftops
Where the creatures gather in the concrete jungle
In a daily ritual to shake coins from the trees
Hard to break habits
A meaningless shuffle
from birth to death
Its purpose remains hidden
I can't fly
I have no wings
The trees bear no fruit
Will I ever know?
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC
I wish I could fly
With angel wings
I'd cut through the night sky
As the church bell rings
Soaring high above the pointed rooftops
Where the creatures gather in the concrete jungle
In a daily ritual to shake coins from the trees
Hard to break habits
A meaningless shuffle
from birth to death
Its purpose remains hidden
I can't fly
I have no wings
The trees bear no fruit
Will I ever know?
