There are no riddles to my existance

 No words, no thoughts to explain this

Alone, being one I found a road

This road teached me a song

As if war made a storm  on my field of vision

Where are my feathers? If I had any…

Was I meant to be obscene or just a monkey

Called me names, called me agony

Now there no walls, no regret as water to from the sky fall

Im alive and free, not acting to experience it all

I’ll walk the mile, protect my wings from coriddors to clouds

Kiss me goodnight miss mother of all

For I will rest under your chest with a star




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