To my Angel,
Who’s afraid to fly,
Way up high,
With all of her Angel counterparts.
Your feet,
Too good for the ground,
Which is too hard,
Not to mention the long distance.
The fear you have,
Of the being in the sky so blue,
Hopefully will be suppressed,
With the thoughts of your arrival.
Only the Angels,
Who have nothing to fly to,
Will fall to the ground,
In a fiery glory.
Rest assured,
Your arrival will have everything,
You wanted to come to,
And even a whole lot more.
Who’s afraid to fly,
Way up high,
With all of her Angel counterparts.
Your feet,
Too good for the ground,
Which is too hard,
Not to mention the long distance.
The fear you have,
Of the being in the sky so blue,
Hopefully will be suppressed,
With the thoughts of your arrival.
Only the Angels,
Who have nothing to fly to,
Will fall to the ground,
In a fiery glory.
Rest assured,
Your arrival will have everything,
You wanted to come to,
And even a whole lot more.
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