The sky is big to contain every bird
But we are all angels
One winged angels
To fly, we hug and hold each other
Each angel has a friend
One at least, what happens when
He is snatched from you
Away by a fierce windstorm?
Sometimes we cry
But how far close can
Our tears catapult us?
How strong would our tears make
Our wings, now single and lone?
And reclaim them from the storm?
Sometimes, just sometimes
We need to strive harder
Fly higher
And snatch fiercer
Our friend from the windstorms
Sometimes we need to hold on tighter
Stick better and love more
That's our battle against the windstorm
And sometimes, our crown of triumph.
So sometimes are just really sometimes.
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