Flying Away by MMS Kaiser

"Flying Away"

Silence to believe
in a lame world.
Careless to retrieve
what's long gone.
Stand tall to see
above the clouds
where your head used to be,
watching the rain thrum down.

Come find me...
We'll go flying away.

Ill but to conceive
of a small white candle
that burns to go out
at the sound of the drums.
Trumpets do howl
to signal the end
of the Age we have bred
to ascend to the sun & away.

Come find me...
We'll go flying away.

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