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i. Wingless:
Where were we before we were left
Maybe slow dancing somewhere between
Heaven and hell. Ash-covered, smoke-filled
Waltzing in the ruins, in the middle of a war
Where would we be if we left
Perhaps flying on the highway, away from a
Futureless land. You have always wanted to
Just leave it all behind. We would be running,
Running and running but still end up at the
Same place where we started. The young only
Know to run but maybe war is in our blood and
There are some things you can't outrun.
ii. Feathered:
The world shall fall with — shouts and screams.
When anger burns down rationality, slow but
Sure, will you let the wolves sharpen your teeth
To a knife they can use to plunge into your back
When words become bullets and your lips feel
like a smoking gun, will you let pain fill your
Veins, will you let rage escape from your throat
The world shall fall with — snow and storm.
When frozen hearts have stolen the little warmth
Left on this land, will you remember you can hold
Out a hand, will your voice still remember music
When your last home is a ship destined to sink,
To become wreckage at the bottom of the ocean
Will you drown your fear with tears and wait
Or will you sing, repaying the cold waves in song
Amidst the shouts and screams; if you can find a
Melody, maybe someone would even sing along
Sing about a little thing called hope, a name long
Forgotten, a creature who found her home inside
A maze, waiting for someone, anyone, for lost souls
So don't ask why it has to be you, just
Stay with me in this fading glory of a city
Dance with me on the edge of the world,
Sing with me through the night; and maybe,
Just maybe, we can keep the dying light alive.