Wings Of The Ark

Throughout, over and over, constant like an utterance in loop
 Those lines were growing above our heads
 Infecting the skies that adorned our childhood plays
 Turning us into vertigo steps on a consumed rope
 I'd rather be a shimmering spectre than a suffering kid
 To irradiate dying ones before their
 Before their last breath
 Fly gently on nervous smokers outside
 The hospital
 And recount stories
 To the people
 In the corridors
 Just to give'em another distraction than getting on
 Than getting on and off the stairs
 I'm watching the world
 Slumping down behind
 A fogged window
 Unable to move
 Unable to move
 My vanishing shadow ends where the sun turns grey
 Onto a castle of sad memories
 Where my inner rage becomes abandonment
 We made this ark to have a safe refuge
 We made these wings to reach the sky and paint it blue again