Dear God, make me a bird, so i can fly far,far far away from here.

Make my wings strong and willful,

lighter then my heavy heart

and my feathers so pale and golden

that it will balance my discolored soul.

i wish to be an angel

dear God please do that.

so i that i may fly to the heavens with mine own angel

whose radiance guides me in the blankness of the night

but, he cannot see any better then i, which is why i say

Dear God please, make me a bird, so we can fly far, far far away from here.

away from the burdens of your earth 

the structure of your people

and the gravity that pulls me towards the idiocy and anxiety surrounding.

she sang a song of pure loneliness that choked her whispered notes,

strangled her tear-filled lungs,

and suffocated her lacking vision and knowledge to project her love

project her voice out towards the unforgiving world

tell her she can speak

tell her she can sing

she can scream

she can cry

tell her

that you will make her a bird

so that she can fly far, far far away from here.

away from the depth of her demons

to the complexity of her anguished mistakes.

she yearns


to fly

to reciprocate real love

to evaluate only her wants and needs

to experience her passions 

to demonstrate what her past has taught her 

to obtain the future she so rightly deserves 

and to maliciously fall so deeply in love with herself that no one will yank the roots of her compassion from its nurtured soil 

no one.

so please


make me a bird, so i can fly far, far far away from here

so that i may return from your kingdom

and return to my palace

to recreate 

my being 

my legacy 

my love

and my hate

to forgive those who have wronged me,

and to cherish my own wings

you have already given to me.


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