Voice of Gabriel

Lost in tears, reason fears, and souls suffer. Fate is a black hole, much too dark to infer. Voice of Gabriel, resonating in a try. Now My Wings Can Soar In The Sky. Could hear the shackling chain, end scheme Losing ground to shed so much, too extreme. No time for teardrops, wiping it dry. Now My Wings Can Soar In The Sky. When gathering disperse, a stumbling soul in this array of street-lights; persevering role Cries painfully, and in denial to pry Now My Wings Can Soar In The Sky. The Spinning Orbit, the divine lantern, how many more? Dying souls are asking for help. How much to endure? Consoling a forgotten promise, a lie Now My Wings Can Soar In The Sky. 7-13-2019 Writing challenge 1, July 2019- Repeating Refrain Sponsored by: Dear Heart