No matter how much the sky above me is greyAnd the ground shakes nonstop beneath my feet I still stand stiff in between; never questioned my worth Never doubted my beliefs …

Inside of my soul they lay One twisted devil and hundreds of angels pray.So whenever my devil sings its gloomy song through my mind, Those angels gather and whisper through my heart; Prayers of hope and peace that my soul rises upon the highest sky…

I hope you meet someone who will hold your heart no matter how sad and bruised , just like the sky has forever held its stars ; bravely and unconditionally …

They have been trying to cut my wings since the day that I was born; so that I could fit in their boxes that full of fear and dust. How foolish of them to think so. To think that my soul won’t be released one day or that my head won’t look above and see how much the sky is wide open for my wings to be grown again and simply fly …