THE FAILED SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF FANTASIA

Whispers from the bottom of the Atlantic that echo and become shouts are all that's propelling me forward and up
The water around me starts to move in a spiral motion, but I tread still
I feel hands that vary in size at the base of my feet, on my waist, and all around my legs
But they aren't dragging me down, they're picking me up
The wind around me has picked up to terrifying speeds yet I can see through it
My hair hasn't moved and my skin is dry
I feel the rain, the wind, I see the lightning and debris
Yet I remain unscathed, why?

Whispers from the bottom of the Atlantic that echo and become shouts are all that's propelling me forward and up
The water around me starts to move in a spiral motion, but I tread still
I feel hands that vary in size at the base of my feet, on my waist, and all around my legs
But they aren't dragging me down, they're picking me up
The wind around me has picked up to terrifying speeds yet I can see through it

Whispers from the bottom of the Atlantic that echo and become shouts are all that's propelling me forward and up
The water around me starts to move in a spiral motion, but I tread still
I feel hands that vary in size at the base of my feet, on my waist, and all around my legs
But they aren't dragging me down, they're picking me up
The wind around me has picked up to terrifying speeds yet I can see through it
My hair hasn't moved and my skin is dry
I feel the rain, the wing, I see the lightning and debris
Yet I remain unscathed, why?