Under the bridge,
And over the skies,
I’m so far away,
But I still hear her cries,

She fell from her grace,
Mutiny in her eyes,
Such a gentle face,
Corrupted with lies.

She flies away,
She rises up from the day,
What does she cry for in the night,
Such gentle wings, maybe, what a sight,
She forms fire, wind, the drought,
And gouges my eyes with A SINGLE THOUGHT.

Just a single thought could end us all,
Every time we rise, we always fall,
She watches us all from her place in the sky,
When the rain falls I hear her cry,
She wants a normal life, to love,

Her freedom is that of a wingless dove,
Who sheds it’s tears on the stars above,
It’s not her place up here in the clouds.