She walks on asphalt
Yearning to fly
When life lets her down
She looks to the sky.
Our struggle for beauty
Is the quest for God.
A glimpse of paradise,
Short-lived, flawed.
She’s bound to concrete
Aching to fly
When life lets her down
She looks to the sky.
Our search for pleasure
Is a wish to forget
Melancholy truths,
Life’s futile duet.
The city’s her cage
But she’s hoping to fly
When life lets her down
She looks to the sky.
Our chase of the moment
Is the rebuttal of time.
Trying for forever,
In a second sublime.
She’s trapped by glass
Longing to fly
When she’s torn by travail
She looks to the sky.
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