I stand isolated at the very edge of world...
I stand between what is known and what is not...
She walks towards me... walks up to me...
She whispers in my ear...
My guardian angel... my guiding light...
Fly me to the moon... fly me to the moon and back...
So I might lay my hands upon its comforting light...
So I might feel its beams warm up my heart...
If only for a moment... if only for a second...
I reply, my dearest love... my wings are broken...
I reply, my dearest love... I cannot fly...

She leans up to me... her lips upon my cheek...
She whispers in my ear...
My guardian angel... my guiding light...
You can fly because my love will lift you up...
You can fly because my love will never let you fall...
So badly I want to believe... so badly I want to have faith...
I close my eyes... spread open my broken wings...
I extend them to the sky... and I leap...

Whether I fly or fall... is up for you to decide.

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