Make me with the wings so that I might fly
Beyond the words of the devil’s last sigh
And away from where all the people died
Where the wind is a child’s first cry
What do you do, with no words left to sing?
I will be riding the dragons wing
And I’ll hear all these Angels Sing,
Wizards are coming, with gold a bring!
I am really all alone, inside of you
And we don’t care if these lies are true!
For I will be there when the world is through
On the dragons Wing, where the wind just blew.