It flies above the clouds,
Soaring with the wind...
I walk trying to met the end,
It's never ending as though it seems...
As the old lady walked through the city of the...
she held the magic Mojo tightly, close to her...
As I watch the snow fall
And crash against the cold wall...
They're afraid of the pure yellow sunlight,
The skin that surrounds their body is cold...
I eat away at my dry lips
That know none other than their own...
We have Falcon's eyes
with them we can't see ourselves...
Walls of unbreakable glass surround me
Wires of the machines attach me...
The sky darkens.
To fit the mood...
I am not your beginning.
Yet I am your end...
Cold chills creep up her body
she shivers and takes a deep breathe...
An advanced breed of tigers,
Known as peaceful not fighters...