Floating on air
Drifting like a feather
Down the crystal stair
In the night,I stare
Through inclement weather
Floating on air
Ripping out my hair
Pulling at my tether
Down the crystal stair
Tempers start to flare
Trying to keep it together
Floating on air
In my thoughts I'm there
Wandering through the heather
Down the crystal stair
I don't really care
Wrapped in lace and leather
Floating on air
Down the crystal stair















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If there's no bigger meaning, then the smallest act of kindness is the greatest thing in the world -Angel
It was one of those just-an-assignment things, I'm not sure where I was coming from when I wrote it.
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The world abounds with many delights
Magical sights, fanciful flights
And those who dream on beautiful nights
Dream of beautiful things
Our lives tick by on pendulum swings
Poor little things
Puppets on strings
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