forced myself to sleep last night woke up to all white saw all the tears and cries screamed out but no reply nirvana dreams were never right crossing to the other side it s too late to take this back accidental exit now what s in store for a soul with premature wings that will never soar for what they re made for why we wingless angels fall we ll die if our wings don t grow at all so tell me why we wingless angels fall we ll die if our wings don t grow at all life is always strange signs lie wondering mental sodomy this can t be happening 