I can feel it again, The touch as my angel is mending my wings One time so I can feel it again Mending my broken wings Changes, the meadow green to
of man Quintessence reversed Twisted and bleeding Run silent, run deep Never make a sound Surpress any feeling Run silent, run deep When hope - Becomes
live for their self and be free Up from the depths a force it came the two that were one Were now not the same one spread its wings and began to fly One
dream: You are there As the tip of the tongue collapses towards the teeth And the waters of dream mass around You are there: You are there Suddenly and silently You are the force
hands Blood on my lips This redemption is forced to resist Purpose of existence Making much sense Other examples of affection in unrest Beautiful irony of mismatched enemies Broken
Unmatched Indulgence Taken in as the eyes roll back Silent words Die alone Offering this visionary action to make truth fact The loss of human compassion
for their self and be free Up from the depths a force it came the two that were one Were now not the same one spread its wings and began to fly One drifted
