When I thought of the sky,
it was like dreaming of a jewel,
A blue sapphire by day, obsidian by night
and I was the thief,
yearning for these precious and impure stones
When I thought of a plane
it was like the musings of a bird,
the gift of flight and liberation of speed,
I was only human,
though that didn't define me
When I thought of war
it was like a glorious duty,
bound in uniform, marching for honour,
we were only flesh and bone,
like proud lambs to slaughter
Now I'm feeling death,
the cold creeping in,
my crimson fuel seeping out,
I was just a lamb, come to die,
The daring thief and patron of the sky.
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