Freedom of Angels by Jessica Garcia


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Like angels I look down,
My head looking down to earth's wonders,
Swinging above from heaven's gown.
Wile gazing, through the skies I blundered.

Swinging in pure joy,
The sweetest miseries of immortality,
Never knowing in one swing it could be destroyed.
Beyond the unknown and beyond nationality.

I see more than Earth's wonders,
Immortalized freedom stands,
In wings of freedom I roam,
Through skies and sea's foam.
I dare not speak of true god founders.
Each now placed in thin strands.