sorry, father
for I have not sinned
still I`m put on trial
for something
I should have done
but never wanted to
I knew
from the very start
all they ever wanted
was the silver
in my heart
saddening my very soul
a short window
of opportunity
is all justice needs
to get enough air
below her wings
to let the magic begin
lonely
among the lonely
looking for another bubble
to catch a breath of air
while submerging
the sky`s still clear above
filth
