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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
I'm falling, looking behind, Passing my life by, All I've created Is now falling apart, Back to the start. A thousand questions Are haunting my mind At long sleepless nights, Don't know the answers, Flying on black wings, almost broken I can't hold on more... A fallen angel... Make, make my wings white, Just make me blind with your love again. Spread, just spread my wings For I'm too weak And make me fly again. Again... My soul is sleeping inside, Numb, deaf and blind Or just pretending? Just to believe, Just to become... And when I wake up, See the rain outside And nothing more... Nothing... My angel of love, Make my wings white, Just make me blind with your love again. Spread, just spread my wings For I'm too weak And make me fly again. Again... My temple is ruins, My fears break my wings, Just one, broken, dream, Can't hold on more... |
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Mystress May Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 296Taunton, MA |
Flying on black wings, almost broken I like this line... very nice |
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