Poetry / Into it All

I could burn screaming

Through the night sky

To crash

And have it all

Instead to cliff's edge

Catch myself on the brink

To have solid ground crumble

And begin to fall,

Begin to fall.

Who will catch me now?

What will stop my descent

Fall into Oblivion

White angel wings enfold me

Inside I feel so small,

Feel so small.

Place me upon that sad height

At a table known in myth

To sit upon a throne of hope

My glass flowing over with Joy

Given rest at last

I finally crash into it all

Into it all.

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