Flying to the Sky

I want
Like an Indian
Myself is extinct
Or like Paraquay bird
Soar high leave past roads
That have to be left
My Lord, it is most extremely
Let flame my light
And burn my past

Let the flames further illuminate
And the smoke became etched in the sky

And that’s what had to happen

 

“PiS”

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