Our Sickling All Along

FADE IN-

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INSERT- Close up towards Hex's face...next slide his eyes.

Caring and nice, beautiful eyes with a magical voice... such a lovely voice!

So when you call us sickling. We're your little weakling. That needs all your care with that we're aware. But in reality. Ooh, you're a little sick owl that's stuck in a cage. You're a little sick owl stuck within a loop of rage. Rage, rage? slowing letting it grow ...Cage, cage? stuck in a cage. You're stuck in a cage. Stuck in a... cage getting sicker everyday.

You've have come to like that cage And... as I walk by, walk back, as I say hi then go back. Telling you that you're an extraordinary being that's something I like about you and I like way you are. Ohh... you, the little owl have come to have like being complemented. But now as time pass, you seem to have gotten used to all the words people give you. A lot of time has passed and you seem to have gotten sicker and sicker as more time pass. Somehow you knew that this all... is not gonna last so you picked up the paste and left no waste and begun to find a way!

INSERT- Flashbacks memories with Hex and flashbacks of fun times on stream.

We're both suffering an illness that no one knows the cure. Madness is what's knocking at the door. Cruelness that I can't take anymore! 

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CHORUS:

Dreams of flying away. The day you'll spread your wings and be ready to fly.... will be the day... we'll say our last goodbye.

Slow music starts playing. [low voice]

The day you're ready to fly and break free and go find something new.... will be the day.... I'll say my last I love you.

The day you'll be finally free from life. The last day I'll probably hear your live voice, your alive voice. I can't argue cuz this is your choice. And that I can't help but cry, as I shed my tears knowing the reasons why....

I know it may hurt me seeing you go. But I don't want you to suffer anymore. For now let's rewind back time to when I hear you voice... a soft melody plays in the back of my mind. You called us Sickling but the actual sick one was you. Or maybe you're right cuz I have an illness... god it is so painful! But I found cure, it is your love. So keep loving and loving don't ever stop. And don't ever stop talking let me hear that beautiful voice of yours. 

Dreams of flying away. The day you'll spread your wings and be ready to fly.... will be the day... we'll say our last goodbye.

Slow music starts playing. [low voice]

The day you're ready to fly and break free and go find something new.... will be the day.... I'll say my last I love you.

And when the moment came and you fly away. I'll rethink once more, as you enjoy your freedom in the sky. I'm thinking of...

What will you dream of after your dreams come true? What do you feel when you fly away. And will it really be our last goodbye?

The day you will fly away break free from the cage and finding something new. It may not be my last... but it'll still be the day I say I love you.

From the start you were sick. In the end we heal together. All suffers not all has fall.

Time for me to open the cage...and let you go.

Still in the end you are.....

Our Sickling All Along