by britishmisk

How I yearn to fall.
Surrounded by wind, with no destination in sight.
Find me a high place and let’s fly together.
Let’s be free of everything and just fall.

Adam’s wasn’t a punishment,
It was a blessing.
There’s no use in a treasure not worked for,
The sweat is what makes it sweet.

Let’s take off from Sinai,
Maybe there’s a burning bush at the bottom.

Or how does Hira sound?
Maybe there’s an angel waiting for us on the other side.