Everyone at one point or another has wanted to fly
To soar above the world with their own golden wings
To be able to reach up and touch the sky above
And to try to get rid of their sins
Many have tried to reach up to the light
Only to be cast into the fires of hell
Never are they able to spread their wings
Because they were taken and they fell
But why does no one pray for the damned
For the people who wish to be forgiven
Are they not the ones who need it the most
The people we cast away and call villains
Although these words come from the mind of a sinner
And might be the reason that I think this way
Can I not also fly with wings made of gold
Does this have to be the only way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem