I've turned the edges to curves I've decorated my roof with stars Never had to escape from behind any bars And being freed from all of these cares I think I'm ready to come downstairs. I've played all the instruments, even though, even though My lips were sealed shut, my hands lost in a void And meaningless were all the things, the many things I'd employed And after all the facts became many as hairs They fell silent, and I was ready to come downstairs. Never needed a parachute Never needed one at all Turns out we have wings to save our falls. And after landing here, and feeling you there I guess I'm ready to come downstairs.
"I've turned the edges to curves I've decorated my roof with stars" I like your style alot. Look forward to reading more.
