Some days are marked by your tears And the scars, the pain, the fears No more wishes and no more light And you struggle, you struggle for your life
Oh come I beckon My arms Your eyes Failing to notice it all
Yesterday you wailed, you cried Watched the feelings just leave and die Anger, pride, your lust The flames will fall, burning, Us
Look up The rain You dance I die Nothing to offer up now
Bardic Archangel MieKarra · Thu Sep 21, 2006 @ 01:26am · 2 Comments |