Alpha Romeo Echo November by RayvenofDEATH, literature
Literature
Alpha Romeo Echo November
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.