32 – Freeing Skies

I soared, high into the sky,

Away from material worries, and unwelcome sights

Each worry in my paining head

Removed by gentle caring hands

Of beings from the Light Above,

Which guide me eight times all the way.

I felt the freedom of these Skies

The life that was so promised Down,

Yet Darkness failed to steal my Soul.

So I rose up, and higher, higher,

I didn't want to fall back Down

Into the abyss of masked Evil,

Which seduces saddened Souls.

It hurts, and steals, and kills the Light,

So precious to us, human worth

That comes from beauty of existence.

I love it, 'till the very end,

Which stretches out to my forever.