روايات وقصص ضمن These Wings Are Made To Fly Lyrics

I close my eyes, jump backward, and fall off the side of our city in the sky, Caelum. The air drags me through an abyss of grey. I close my eyes, a tear ripped from my face by whipping wind. I can never go home again. Spreading my wings open with a snap, I let the wind catch me as I break free of the clouds. The vast, dark expanse of the desert below sprawls endlessly before me. It takes only minutes before my feet touch the sand, wind chilling my toes through my sandals. It really wasn’t that long a fall at all.

I hurried ahead as the music played through my earphones. I thought I could get away from this mess, but Diana Fowler suddenly broke away from the two thugs. She gazed at me with eyes full of tears, clutching my arm so hard she left two bloody scratches. "Help me, Levi!" I instinctively shook off her hand, acting as though I had encountered something terrifying.

But then I crashed into something solid and the air left my lungs. Confused and still feeling like I was flying, I kept my eyes closed while my hands pressed against whatever it was that I was now lying on. When I could breathe normally again I opened my eyes and looked around, realizing that I was indeed still flying, but not towards the ground. I was floating evenly across the sky, with my dress and hair dancing past me. I blinked away the dryness of the air hitting me and looked down, taking note of the deep black, scaly thing I was on.

"Should I show you? How to deal with the wings? I don't even have to touch your body for that, just your wings. " Godric had straightened up a little and looked questioningly at the black-haired man. "The wings? I'm slowly starting to know how to fly with them, you don't need to show me that. ”Were the naive words that made Louis laugh. He had already expected this answer, because he didn't believe that Godric had any idea how much fun one could have with the wings. Many an angel melted under the practiced touch of Lucifer and surrendered to it .. “Look at them carefully. The wings are the mirror of yourself and belong to you like an arm or a leg. That's why you shouldn't curse your wings. J

From my observation, the houses in the neighborhood are covered by large gates and trees to keep people from looking in, which makes it easier for me to fly up into the air without being seen. The gentle breeze stirs my wings as I glide high above the sky. The moon is full, and the stars are out, creating a tapestry of lights over the darkness. I close my eyes and inhale the soft scents of the California air. My leather wings beat a soft thump as I glide further into the mountains and contemplate my life and the pain that I’ve endured.

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He answered enthusiastically. Nanny Hearty and Melo laughed as they both agreed on how desolately looking his own living area was. After the nice bath, Nanny dressed Melo with his soft silky pajamas, and blow dried his hair. She brushed his hair before he tucked him to bed. Before Melo can fly off to dreamland, Nanny whispers to Melo’s ear, “You can wish anything you want. Besides, this whole world is your playground. You can do whatever your heart desires. Good night young master.” Melo smiled as he slowly shut his eyes and thought,

She rinsed the soap off her body before she started on her hair and continued singing. “Somebody cries in the middle of the night….the neighbors hear, but they turn out the light…a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate….when morning comes it’ll be too late…..Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as stone in a world that she can’t rise above…but her dreams give her wings…and she flies to a place where she’s loved…concrete angel….A statue stands in a shaded place….an angel girl with an upturned face….her name is written on a polished rock….a broken heart that the world forgot…through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone in a world that she can’t rise above…but her dreams

- I heard the muffled laugh on the other end of the line, between several voices, in a confused call, full of noise in the background. - Is this... Is it a joke? - I'll give you a hint: Thank you you are loving me When I couldn't fly oh you gave me wings you parted my lips When I couldn't fly Thank you are loving me Thank you are loving me Thank you are loving me Oh, for loving me. Then the tears flowed, thick, full of a feeling I didn't decipher, I simply felt. - Thank you , for loving me. I said in a choked voice. - I love you.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.