Lost Wings
I am an angel and I love him so
I’m born with music instead of a soul
He’s a musician and he’s my maestro
I must become mortal, that is my toll
I’m born with music instead of a soul
So I traded my wings, I went to sleep
I must become mortal, that is my toll
When it is over, my love I can keep
So I traded my wings, I went to sleep
From heavens above I now must depart
When it is over, my love I can keep
Forsaking my, strataverious heart
From heavens above I now must depart
I must become mortal for love to grow
Forsaking my, strataverious heart
I am an angel and I love him so










Well done. Kicks my piece's ass and rightfully




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