FLYERS
I was lost and cried
in an empty hole
And I walked and walked
through the empty walls
Every door intact
Every floor so morbid
And endless was
that empty hole.
I could see no man
I could hear no God.
And I walked and walked
through the empty hole.
When high up in the sky
I saw a horse fly
It shined so bright
In its every flight
Like the brightest ring
for the hazel bride
And the ring thrown down
to reach its bride.
And I was flying
Flying from my empty walls ...
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