Thermals

St. Rosa, she flies...she flies with the angels.
More than rose, St. Rosa. You fly with ember swallows.
Life renowned, St. Rosa, you fly with the pitying.
Rosa of Lima, passing our enemies, they're subtle.
Oh Rosa, I don't see, though
I disagree with Plato.
Prima santa de Americas, St. Rosa. You fly like gilded falcons.
There's beauty in your sacrifice,
Most don't see it, though
I'd argue your intention.
Wouldn't it be more a test
to live in beauty and fight?
God shaped the skin you're living in.
I talked to him once I think he said,
“Run!” How did I fight
The black days and static nights?
I'll pray my namesake and fly,
I'll fly with the charmers.
St. Rosa, I swear,
I swore I'm not lonely.