Bye Girl

Colliding in a storm high
with thunder wind I ride
the wind with my wings
I ride it so very high inside.

I was taught to live alone
by the pit of my punished
paved ways of stone for
my fate then was furnished.

The night calls to me rise
in the cold of your sky fly
I do in my image for yours
I shall not abide to bye.

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