I plan to make this into a lyrics, so there will be more, but I didn't want to make it too long.

Spread these wings and take to the air

Let out my joy and protect it with care

Maybe clocks will stop for the first time

This midnight hour will begin it's chime


This time my spirit will be like shooting stars

I will illuminate and make this land ours

Draw out the imagination in my mind

So I will break a part until I've come blind


This blindness will take me to this nowhere

And perhaps my naiveness will lead me there

I branch and grow creative like a child

Now I see how my colors have gone wild

The End

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