If its a test, than i am sent airborne.
I speak to you as if you were surreal.
Just the moments that I dont understand.
That you lost or maybe just unaware.
I shut the door on my will tonight.
On my will.
(On my will)
Touch the wings of an angel
Doesnt mean you can fly.
So I drop to my knees again without stopping,
And I try.
On my will.
Writer(s): Seth Nanaa, Adam Nanaa, Eyad Kaileh, Marc Paul Bianchi
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