I used to think i was nothing special.

I used to think that this was all there was.

But then you come waltzing in my life.

You say that you knew me.

You say that you need me.

Why should I believe you?

I've always secretly dreamed to fly.

You say you can give me wings.

You say you were an angel.

I ask you this.

If you are an angel where is your God?

Where are the miracles that your God performs?

While your God lives in luxury we live in poverty.

You can't really give me wings.

I can't really fly.

It's time i finally realized that, that will never happen.

I'm finally read to depart this world for an eternity.

The End

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