Friday, May 11, 2018

Wishing For Wings



Wishing For Wings
By R.e. Taylor

I wish for a set of wings
I don’t want to be an angel
I don’t want to go to Heaven
There is no way I would be welcome there
I just want to fly above the clouds
I want to look back on this sad planet
With all of its blue and green
No borders or governments
Where people are mere specks
No races or religions
Just one people living together
Sharing this sad little world
I wish for a set of wings
I don’t want to be an angel
I don’t want to go to Heaven
I only want to see life as it should be
Is that too much to ask


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