RAPTUREZ

Here I see a friendly face death staring at me straight I see the color of your eyes it really makes me want to fly If I had wings made out of gold I'd sell them for a pot of joy for now it comes the time of day when I must part to go my way I will for sure be back for more no mountain will forever hold the body of a climbing soul that claims victory when not all sore The wind and sand that touch my eyes will not be reason not to try survive is all I ever want even at the price of a few cries Now rest asure I now depart for this day I now lay on top I am a bird that flew that high now on the ground there I shall die.