God, please grant me wings
So I can fly up to heaven
And kiss my father
Goodnight

So I can swerve through the clouds
To get to my father
Who waits for me in the glimmering light of the sun

Let me wrap my trembling arms around him
And wet the collar of his shirt
With hot tears

Allow me to scream
And cry
And whisper
That I love him
More than he could know

Please, God, grant me wings
Even just for the night
So I can tell my father
I'm going to be
Alright.

never heard angel
speak outside of dream this life
dream on brother dream

they say what you see is what you get
but what if the walls were built too high,
what would you do to see what's inside?

Stop looking at the screen,
It’s a portal to the hell,
To demons and to fallen angels
Who pull their claws to thoughts,
Tie ropes and guide decisions.

In the jungles of life and death
A machine groans for every breath
Tubes and lines, artificial vines
Chirping beeps and screeches, the vital signs

Sleeping beauty, hearts anxiously aching
If only kisses could mean her waking
Bedside guardians, her parents praying
Like old films, their memories replaying

Her sun sets and lights begin to fade
No farewell enough, as tears cascade
Love lost too soon, she says goodbye
An angel gains new wings to fly