i hear some voices telling me to sing of pretty things floating in the sky why oh why do angels cry while floating in a stream how it seems confusion smells a little strange but i wouldn't change a thing while i sing i taste marshmellows here look a jolly fellow soaring about my head if i was him instead i wouldn't be me and i could see the rooftops as i pass but that wouldn't last in the summer i see friends can you feel the bends? or is it the past's end but flowing in her eyes i see the deepest skies flying slowly by with clouds dancing slow oh where do they go when i turn away will this feeling stay or just last for today angel's in a sea shell standing in hell the waves are getting high oh my oh my my nibble fingers try to grasp my thoughts but i only caught a little one threw it back for fun but i don't care climbing stairs with you on top i won't stop till i see you once again
Reason for writing:
everything that's going on in my life in 'mike words'..
Birth sign: Aquarius
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