I was strolling in the sky,
And I wonder
How she could fly me this high,
To the place where,
Nothing of anything i fared,
Is anywhere near the bar,
I know,
Had them all by far.

So I sit and sip the coffee,
I know it's a journey,
And nothing comes for free,
But this fear of not knowing,
What the future is going to bring,
Is inviting a greater suffering,
For if it's going to rain,
I don't know if I can contain,
The state of being in such pain.

I made my stand,
Don't know how it's going to end,
The hope's for the best,
We'll celebrate and have a fest,
Too bad if it's not going to go through,
Life is never easy,
Proven to be terribly cruel.

I've never been at this altitude,
And I know for a fact,
Those eyes are worth a fight,
And no one's going to make it feel this good.

zeidalqadri
121008
2308 hrs

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