Wings of wax will melt and fall apart,
But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart?
Weak, easily discouraged, and without pride,
My escape to freedom denied
I can never spread my wings and fly.
I will never know the feeling of the sky,
For these broken wings keep me grounded
And trapped with the memories of how they once sounded.
They used to be so beautiful and proud,
But now they hang around me like a black shroud,
Reminding me of my once known glory
And how this is just another sad story.
These wings are torn and tattered, no longer able to carry me.
My heart, unable to dream of the possibility of being free
And my soul, now a deep black abyss
Waits silently for death's blissful kiss.
There's a place on each road...
Where the street ends...
Well, there's one in you
We are often greatly bothered
By two fussy little men,
Who sometimes block our pa
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
More beautiful
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
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