On angel's wings
I could fly
Far beyond the clouds
Lined in pink and gold.

On angel's wings
I could gaze below
Into the darkness
Where I left my regrets

And wishes that have died.

On angel's wings
I could see far, far
Into my dreams
That never existed

And wishes that have died.

On angel's wings
I could be free
Escaping voices
Graced with despair

On angel's wings
I could be warm
Against the killing cold
Biting at my mind.

Reminding me of wishes that have died.