Gravity.
Gravity.
Gravity.
Even broken angels have rights to fly.
Feel the wind in your hair.
Taste the icy air in your lungs.
Jump of the cliff and feel gravity take over.
Free as a bird high in the sky.
Free to fly across the world like a wind stream.
Time stops, as adrenalin floats threw your veins.
For a moment your free, high, alive.
But then gravity takes over.
Time kicks back in, the clock moves again.
The broken angels falls.
Gravity took his toll.
The broken angel is getting home.
Broken angel as a body.
Angel with a halo as a soul.
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