Watch the way the violins fly me across the sky |
and you'll see that the angel wings aren't really mine. |
But don't you worry about it, don't you fret, |
I'm a lot more mature than you'd think |
and I've suffered more than you'd know. |
I'm a lot stronger than I'd ever show you |
and I've fallen from the skies more times than I can count. |
So don't you worry about it. |
I'll pick myself up and I'll walk away. |
Just like I always have. |
I may be falling with my wings clipped, |
but I've been through worse. |
Copyright ©2002 Ashi Shadow (05/12/02, on Sonnet & more)