Breath of fresh air
Wind beneath my wings
The breath of life is in me
I still ask what it does mean
A glimpse of something I can say
I'm n the corner of my eye
A flash of light
Your not human
Perfection means surprise
Happiness is an idea
A feeling I call my own
Fly away to a different place
In some places there exist thrones
Magic a mystery hidden as
Cold tales to chill the meaning as
A question is in the middle to say
What is the cost of different
Angel or demon the idea is the same
Between a vision and a dream
Existence so bland
Echo in the pages of history
Was it the destiny of man
Grow tall and
Say things in the manner of
For I too have stood with giants
Will it ever stop
Have you heard of