The Fate Of Angels


Describe your day,
As one in which,
You washed the hurt and pain away
A cleansing day,
To ride the wave of hope, to lay,
In lakes of tears,
That burn your fears
The ruined heaven,
You sought forever
Gone are the clouds I knew before,
Dead are the trees that grew before
For now what remains, in this lifeless place,
Is the sound of my soul, and it cries for sleep
Is it granted?
Or am I stranded?
I hope to see the light of day,
I hope this darkness burns
The ruined heaven,
You sought forever







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