I saw it in the heavens, in the stars.
A host of new angels traveling somewhere far.
Their flight was like a magical sight.
And yet I knew it felt just right.
An image imagined without the pain.
The memory eternal of the slain.
-OM
44.1
I saw it in the heavens, in the stars.
A host of new angels traveling somewhere far.
Their flight was like a magical sight.
And yet I knew it felt just right.
An image imagined without the pain.
The memory eternal of the slain.
-OM
44.1
