This is where the angel sings, bringing with her the four lost things. Her beauty and wisdom to toll her bell, of death and judgement, of heaven and hell.
The fairy good, sweet, true and fair, by the sea combing her long, golden hair. To saw to reap the glowing moonbeams, the stars reflect the angel of dreams
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21 April 08:29 They say that the Secret Is to climb up Up into the Very Highest Room In the House. Thank God, That He has thrown us down A Rope, From The Attic.
So, when his unblinking eyes start to burn, the shining blue falls through the gaps between his fingers. And his palms are empty. He wonders why..
You come to me. You leave me. You come to me. You leave me. It goes like this again and again. I want to be with you all the time. I love you..
I'm gone with the wind, The wind of immortality. Where is this hellish place. I'm stuck up here, Somebody let me down. How can Heaven be Heaven, When I'm alone without you?.
Flee the battle, Flee the scene, Flee the raging ocean now. Flee the angry storm to come, Flee the crumbling earth beneath, Flee the death, Flee the sorrow, Flee the guilt, Flee tommorow..
I can't hear a word you say. I don't care anymore. For I am Independent, A warrior, A queen. I do not listen to hateful words, As I am the bigger person. For I am strong, A fighter, A survivor.
When I was motherfull, life was complete to some extent. Being motherless leaves a gaping hole that not marriage not parenthood not friendship can hope to fill.
When people look in my direction. I automatically assume its me. I just cant stop to think. They are judging me. I know i feel insecure. And probably only my worst fear. Thats why i need my glasses.
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