I wish the wind, would blow me away
Where am I ?
Who am I ?
why am I .. ?
Above her sweater shes wearing this thing,
above her head there is a golden ring,
its amazing to see such a creature,
happyness and joy, its a mixture.
on her back,the night dark wings
there are signs
of being tainted
by the coldness of this word.
The bells are ringing,
in the chapels, in human hearts
the gentle wind,
the speed of all those things,
passing by as she opens her wings
as she fastens to the ground ,
those wings cant carry her around,
shes half a human half a ghost,
to this body just a host,
shes the prisoner of iron cell
she comes from a place worse then hell
and when you yell her name ,
it doesnt matter its all the same
her eyes are closed she has muted the world
the darkness and the cold ,
about the times when sun seems blue,
she doesnt know you dont have a clue
in the middle of these healdess sheeps,
in the darkest corner of the chest,
laying in the depths your heart she sleeps.
Wake, just wake, cast away the dreams ,
her soul,let free, let her become real.
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