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von ThalayaBlackwing
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In this world
grass is green
sky is blue
and the ocean, too
forests burst with life
But it's not
not like home
It feels like a paler shade
of another green
of another blue
of clouds more physical
and forests more alive
I am walking through
the offstage of
something bigger
something wilder
Home
endless landscapes
and
forests filled with creatures
unspoken
unknown to human eyes
Can you see them sister?
Can you see these colours?
I long for my wings
to carry me over these mountains
to carry me through these clouds again
I want to feel my native land
under my white claws
Claws to big to ever know shoes
Yet, lighter, stealthier
than these clumsy feet
My soul cries for home
My mind is scared of all these
pictures and feelings
bursting in my heart
afraid to get lost
hopeful to find
itself
But my soul sings
the ancient songs
Home is calling me sister
We are but strangers in this place
Will you join me sister?
Can we find the gate
to go back home?
Silver strands
to fine to see
a giant cobweb
joining all and everything
Which strand will lead us home?
We had to find each other
We have...
We had to start to remember
We did..
We have to trust in each other
in our Guides
in our souls
let's do it...
"And then again we fly
over meadows green
and forests wild"
grass is green
sky is blue
and the ocean, too
forests burst with life
But it's not
not like home
It feels like a paler shade
of another green
of another blue
of clouds more physical
and forests more alive
I am walking through
the offstage of
something bigger
something wilder
Home
endless landscapes
and
forests filled with creatures
unspoken
unknown to human eyes
Can you see them sister?
Can you see these colours?
I long for my wings
to carry me over these mountains
to carry me through these clouds again
I want to feel my native land
under my white claws
Claws to big to ever know shoes
Yet, lighter, stealthier
than these clumsy feet
My soul cries for home
My mind is scared of all these
pictures and feelings
bursting in my heart
afraid to get lost
hopeful to find
itself
But my soul sings
the ancient songs
Home is calling me sister
We are but strangers in this place
Will you join me sister?
Can we find the gate
to go back home?
Silver strands
to fine to see
a giant cobweb
joining all and everything
Which strand will lead us home?
We had to find each other
We have...
We had to start to remember
We did..
We have to trust in each other
in our Guides
in our souls
let's do it...
"And then again we fly
over meadows green
and forests wild"