• So it’s time to fly,

    Spread your wings and cry,

    Imagine a time,

    Of the simplest rhymes,

    A world of life,

    Not touched by the knife,

    Of the imaginary death,

    The taker of your breath.



    Can you taste the years,

    In the salt of your tears,

    Every time they were shed,

    While alone in your bed,

    No comfort for the pain,

    Except in the cleansing rain,

    So let it fall like snow,

    And bring a rainbow,

    To brighten the time,

    Making life sublime.