A son lyrric
the pieces fall over earth, cutting faces, and killing faith
heaven stole our souls, a long time ago
God has left the world, leaving it grey and cold
why do we live?
how come we accept?
The hell we have been banished to
to stay in for evermore
the stars fall down, leaves the sky in threatning dark
no light from earth can reach heaven, hope is fading out
the angels was killed, a long time ago
only the memory have we seen in our dreams
Why do we live?
How come we accept?
The tomb we have been granted
to rest in for evermore
people wonder, and people dream
children ask, and say what they mean
we grow old and one day die
spread our wings prepare to fly
But the truth, you dont know my dare
only death awaites, no love and care
A shattered glasheart is devided among the clouds
the pieces fall over earth, cutting faces, and killing faith
heaven stole our souls, a long time ago
god has left the world, leaving it grey and cold
but when we die
we dont accept
the destiny god's given us
to sheare for evermore
we run
we hide
and do what we can
to ceep living in spirit
and never be bound
to belifes we dont like
to a faith we dont want
Poetry by MoonChild
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Written on 2005-08-28 at 16:57
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The tomb we have been granted
A shattered glasheart is devided among the cloudsthe pieces fall over earth, cutting faces, and killing faith
heaven stole our souls, a long time ago
God has left the world, leaving it grey and cold
why do we live?
how come we accept?
The hell we have been banished to
to stay in for evermore
the stars fall down, leaves the sky in threatning dark
no light from earth can reach heaven, hope is fading out
the angels was killed, a long time ago
only the memory have we seen in our dreams
Why do we live?
How come we accept?
The tomb we have been granted
to rest in for evermore
people wonder, and people dream
children ask, and say what they mean
we grow old and one day die
spread our wings prepare to fly
But the truth, you dont know my dare
only death awaites, no love and care
A shattered glasheart is devided among the clouds
the pieces fall over earth, cutting faces, and killing faith
heaven stole our souls, a long time ago
god has left the world, leaving it grey and cold
but when we die
we dont accept
the destiny god's given us
to sheare for evermore
we run
we hide
and do what we can
to ceep living in spirit
and never be bound
to belifes we dont like
to a faith we dont want
Poetry by MoonChild
Read 713 times
Written on 2005-08-28 at 16:57
Tags Cold
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