RayvenofDEATH

On silver wings she gently brings you upward and into the sky. Your sorrows gone, you’re all alone the weight of the world left behind. Alpha Romeo Echo November, It is ‘cause of you that I might feel once more the magic of flight. Alpha Romeo Echo November, Whatever the future now brings I thank that you lent me your wings. The stormy clouds a silken shroud the toil of the world seems so far an impetus, so effortless we’re just one more dot in the stars her engines roar, we gently soar above all our sadness and pain. I won’t tell you the things I’d do to fly on my own wings again.