This too, will fly
A boy sings a song
Melody amorphous like the body of water
A boy's tongue is a slippery altar
Where God falls every now and then
Into thorn lyrics
A boy was not born to Sing
This is why he'll not burn
When God finally rise on his feet
And blow the final whistle
A boy will be pardoned
By the number of time he'd cried
Alone, on days with his hands
Went through the mirror
And what he had ever held
Had never been the image of God
So a boy will fly on that day
When theist find their god in the sky
And atheist find their fellow men
At the bottom of the clouds
But before the times comes
He needs to know who he is
Everything he touches grows wings
This too, will fly
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