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If I learnt to fly
Just to soak up the sun
Then have I only learnt
To fall?
And if I didn’t die
When my soul hit the ground
Tell me – why did you spare me
God?
Upper Hand of your Might
Stripped me out of the Light
And it’s the hardest thing to let go
Cause I’d rather have drunk
From the Lethe, and sunk
In the abysmal void and unknown.
But your cruel Hand spoke
And your verdict outbroke
And you sent me down here, bare and cold
Single tear on my cheek
But I’m proud as I speak:
I will never go back to your world.