Wings
1
On the way to shine and you,
These days are always the same.
No one wants to hear the thruth,
And see themselves without frames.
chorus:
This flight was short and the last,
These wings were red when you fall.
2
On the way to pleasures free,
You can wrong again and again.
Others still as you fall or fly,
And they only see the shine.
chorus:
This flight was short and the last,
These wings were red when you fall.
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