High above the skies, high above the skies
She was flying high above the skies
With her wings, shining bright like stars
Eyes magical, deep as an ocean
Carrying secrets, in search of something.
Then she flied down, mesmerized by a beautiful red flower
Unaware of the grave repercussions, she made a move to smell that lovely flower.
But a voice tried to stop her, “Go away! go away! don’t be a fool”
She didn’t listen, and all that remained was oblivion.