Request for the Feathers of the Wings
the age of ink has once again returned
dwelling on the thoughts of the Earth
better yet the alien world i belong to
sealed in this challenge of life
let the two come down at once!
give me my escape back to my homeland
make it your will and i will follow it
love is the reason we are here
take it now as i plea for the exist to be shown
reveal your new anti-thesis of choice and let it begin...
words are no use for this request
for you know what the next line shall be
and you hear my prayer to end this new worry
take my emotion and place it in someone new
give me my peace which is such at an unrest now
it is in my grasp this peace i ask for in an angel
"for with time all things will be healed, son" you say?
but i reply "time has no measure for you, father"
end this misery by giving me your gift completely
it shall distract this human time just like this has.
Jay-eM