Baby Steps to Writing
5
My wings of life were long forgotten, Burned and smoked. My thoughts they are blanketed by bitter nights, I muddy the wings of despair I never chose Yet I take a flight through burning sky.
My wings of life were long forgotten, Burned and smoked. My thoughts they are blanketed by bitter nights, I muddy the wings of despair I never chose Yet I take a flight through burning sky.
