Before Falling
Fly!
You're the sun burning in my sky
These wings were shaped to soar
This thirst was meant for war
Now pray!
That these eyes can guide my way
These wings are catching fire
You're the hand that waved me higher
Robbed by my maker
He took my thoughts to pen and paper
Blueprints drawn, the "great inventor"
My universes glowing center
Plucked from my brain!
Manifested in these boiling veins
Spare me the cliche
You weren't made for me, I made you this way.
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