On top of the world
I hear nothing
but am full of understanding
I see nothing
but my entire life is clear
I say nothing
but every pain has a story to be told
The darkness abounds
but I travel at the speed of light and sound
The heart is empty
because infinity has known it all
Underneath the cover of fading light
the quiet, the afterlife
seems right
Cut it loose
and be carried by possibility
Cut it loose
and be free of presumed disability
There’s only so many
that can reach these heights
to touch the unseen, to carry the messages of angels
is an incurable high
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that’s quite beautiful – I like the messages of angels.
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Thanks. I liked the angels too.
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