Cutting Wings - The Breath of Life

Voices like whisperings

In the tall trees

I had a deep feeling

They were talking

Follow, follow me up

To the green leaves

When a gust of wind

Makes them disappear

Whisperings in my ears

I was hoping

We could have a talk

About all I could hear

Gazing into the Sky

I could see

Some stars trying to call me

And my fears Fly to me-

Come and feel free

When clouds start surrounding me

Cutting my Wings

Going back to my dreams

Falling into my drams