The Troubled Skies

Lady of the lands of mist
Who walks my dreams of shadowed bliss
My worry on your waking days
Tell me, don’t avert my gaze
I know the maiden of uncertain fate
Has no desire my hand to take
Yet My growing worry touches the sky
That the lord raven, Sora, cannot dare fly
Alas, this troubled bird, asks the divines
Let you carve your own destiny, take you your time
Rise, the dragons flame, inside your soul
Freedom, it is mans ultimate goal

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