Wild from Fictional Histories by The Aeon Wanderers

No silver wings
On sleepless breeze,
It seeps inside me
Through ashen skies,

I am fallen, I will rise to fly again,
I am fallen, I will rise to fly...

Tried to deny - hollowed inside,
Time to defy!

I’m making it wild,
I’m making it mine,
I’m making it move,
I’m taking it high,
I’m taking it wide,
I’m taking it through.

Your words collide,
Our worlds divide,
They all deny me,
They don’t ask why,

These autumn chords
Sleep dissonant,
They won’t resolve me,
They don’t dissolve,

I am fallen, I will rise to fly again,
I am fallen, I will rise again

I’m making it wild,
I’m making it mine,
I’m making it move,
I’m taking it high,
I’m taking it wide,
I’m taking it through.

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