soaring over the cloudless sky
hoping, wishing, praying
you will be there when i fall
as i make my way up
with no wings for support
i pray i dont tumble and fall
and when i feel myselfe
going downwards not up
i see you apear in my life once more
and give me my wings
so i can get back up
no harm done
i can fly withought wings
i can also
dream withought reality
Author notes
song: Flying withought wings by Westlife
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Comments
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this is really sweet. I love how you kind of refer to the innocence of angels, and then combine it with love. One thing though, it is spelled without, not withought. Other than that, great job!

