Flying

Flying Foes, Shooting, Dying, and Eventually Moving On...

There will be no protection
against the flying foes
Take my hand tonight
Just keep holding tight
I'll never let you fall
Then they come
But where from?
They shoot
They hit
Then like a leaf in the wind
First you're flying
Then you're lying
There apon the ground
Let your spirit fly away
Let your body rest and stay
While you move on
The race goes on
To find the final resting place