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If I could Fly [If I could Fly]

If I could fly
To the beginning of my dream
Before I began from nothing
And became me, born a sinner

If I could fly
To the place music was born
Before the noise that murdered my dream
Where angels compose lullabies for sleeping men

If I could fly
To the place before time began
Where divine chefs cooked meals eternal
For heroes yet unborn

If I could fly
To the wordless land of the muse
Where rhyme, rhythm and dance
Spoke in syllabic harmony

If I could fly
To the birthplace of joys
With comedy, music and lore
Shall I tragedy’s gripping vice dethrone

If I could fly
But alas! Silence’s mocking mask
Binds me, in mortal’s loneliness isle
And my wingless hopes look askance

Written by: Jonathan Ezeanochie
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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