Always, I’ve
stared at the sky above
Because
the Earth before me is too narrow where I can see
Crazy
truths that I can see with these eyes
Are now
the only things that keep me tied to this reality
As I look
with innocent eyes, praying
There isn’t
an impurity in this distance to been
From whose
hand do crazy thoughts now arise?
What
judgment now appears here to be realized?
This voice
that calls, even if it tears apart
All of the
frail things I protect with my heart
This mad
voice now arising
I shall
make into wings
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