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.
Sorry
It is a word
It has no substance
I cannot hold it
Nor can I
I loved her eyes, I loved her hair,
I loved her looks, I loved her stare.
I loved
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Look at the stars tonight
As we see the same light
And in that moment
It
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<There's beauty in the struggle,
There's feeling in pain.
For every painstaking mi
I think of her and our time together,
And the tears come to my eye.
I never wante
I don't believe in taking excess risks,
But a person can be excessively careful, too.
