I’m not afraid of a little rain after drowning in a river of tears. Getting my wings from this velvet, I’m tired of being displayed. You kept me pinned to your collection, my wings, so delicately taut. Piercing and pulling my colors Under glass unnoticed and caught. I fly, I fly with an eye. That searches for dream-clear lands. I fly, I fly and try to find myself a place to land. I’ve stopped the drumbeats deep inside, stopped my body reaching for yours. Falling with a vision I burn to explore with a passion more savage, my blindness subsides. I fly with dream flight eyes, hoping to find a moonlit sky. I fly, I fly from black to light, no more velvet, no more lies. I fly, I fly with an eye that searches for dream-clear lands. I fly, I fly from black to light. No more velvet, no more lies. I fly, I fly with an eye that searches for dream-clear lands; I fly, I fly and try to find myself a place to land. The offers, shelter, fathoms, cocoons my fears, and lets them bleed. Entangled in these walls of silk, I hear your voice, but I do not heed.

j. wilson & b. askew