Why was the sky promised to me?

Why is it so far away?

I sang as a child. I don't now.

The flight of words upon the air,

wet emotion pouring from my breath,

I always pretend it meant something.

Childhood forever. Young forever.

A scream preserved in clearest amber.

Hands around my throat and I'm not a child.

I pray to dream that I am an animal.

My deepest wish is to be a bird.

But I was a beast of earth and dust,

A horse lead astray by wandering eyes,

On the edge of yet another drop.

And the Captain begged that I fly.

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