Atheist Angel

ATHEIST ANGEL
Soaring high is a dream of mine.
Floating in pure nothing, gliding so fine.
Dropping at all rate, at free fall.
One of the greatest thoughts, I think, of all.
Diving straight down, down farther at the ground.
No more bound to the ground, with a pleasure I found.
Wings lifting me up to the Heaven, all though I don't believe.
Drifting with nature, riding the winds with the leaves.
My dreams of flying with my dearest with no grief,
is usually shattered because of my lack of belief.
My dear image of flight, don't leave ma'am.
They only want to fight, because ATHEIST is what I am.