Life or lived

Do we live our life, or are we the pre-determined strife walking amongst light, if so I'd rather take flight with my angelic wings tonight, sceptic will say it's flight or maybe bow their heads in freight, hearing the feint sound of mice before the clock strikes, lighting in my living room lightens the dark oath that needed enlightenment. For those struggling you're not alone in these trying times that's why i cannot cry with my eyes, it all sums up to lies we tell ourself about life let go and take flight. We are all angels with different devils waiting to sore in the night sky, with light eyes lift your souls burden in order to fly. Weight needed to be lifted that's why We cried rather than watching my emotions fry on the side line, realize it's your time so open your eyes.