Sitting up here on the mountain so high,
I look down below at the life that just died,
One of a weak minded soul,
Yearning for love but never being whole,
A young angel who attempted to fly,
Only having their wings clipped by hells lullaby,
When the angel finally broken free he felt alone upon life's gleam,
This angel so new to this world,
Being blind for so long,
Trying to get back up on her feet,
Recovering slowly,
This angel on the ground,
Begins to outgrow her wings again,
To fly above the clouds,
But as we have it now,
On this blissful night,
This angel flew to this mountain,
Breaking free of the lullaby.
I wrote this when I finally got over my ex.
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