I've been turning these pages
hoping to find some answers
and listening to the whispers
of an undying forever
what these gates hold beyond
the ghosts of tomorrow may never tell
trapped inside a silver-lined cloud
is an angel who fell
from heights that a mortal
seeks to climb all his age
a slip and a fall here and there
failures fill up this page
but what a story would it be
if it were all flowers and a clear sky?
wishing death while we've moments to live
and when its time, we fear to die...