Deleted Member Posted June 22, 2012 Sometimes I wish I had the wings to fly, I'd fly beyond the blood red sky. Beyond the clouds that rise so high, to crash back down like summer tides. I wish I had the wings to soar, to lift me up above the floor. To rise above the closing doors, and keep me sailing on the windy chords. And I wish the breeze would take my wings, and dust them off from any sins, so I can fly into the night, and be rid this world by the morning light.