Handed to me, was a white pair of wings,
My intuition felt a pull, so I held on to something I didn't know,
An idea was put into my head that with this, the whole world sings,
But this myth didn't come to show.
The angel then looked at me strongly with a weak voice,
"Away she went, with her he'd follow as she flies"
I've come to learn they would never cure the incurable,
Oh, I just wish someone could dry these eyes.
