Golden Clouds flutter around me,
Angels strum on their harps,
Soft music floats on the wind,
And I know I am free.
I float here, carelessly,
Days pass in and out,
And I don’t need to keep track of time
Because I know I am free.
Out of the stillness
And the golden trainquillity
Flashes lightning, a storm.
How can this be? I am Free!
I fear what is coming, I know it mustn’t be real!
Yet it’s here, it’s happening!
The war is just beginning!
The fight for my soul has started.
Angered crys so piercing, so loud
Fill the darkened skys,
No longer are the clouds a peaceful golden colour,
Stead, a dark maroon/purple fills the void between.
All around me grows dark,
Scared, I reach out through the darkness
To find a hand hold,
Something to stear my way,
A hot flast cuts across my hand,
Another across my arm
I fall down, down and down,
I keep falling, to where I don’t know.
Now I can’t tell if I’m floating or falling,
Both the sensations feel the same,
Yet the battle still rages, oh yes, I hear it,
But what scares me most is this single thought:
What if I loose?