Hand Aflame


Day, fades away, as hand aflame, I

Have  spread my arms apart to fly

Above the clouds, above the high

Mountains of fantasies, so why

Would you my own self, oh why

Stop me from being free, you

The policing of soul is true,

Cause I’m working as my

Own huge army, and I

Must fight my self

To win my self

And lose

My self


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