I got the idea for this after watching Queen of...
Someone as a kidnapper
to tie and bind me tight...
Where are you all going
You leave me in the rain...
The gray stones are brittle
The shackles pull on my wrists...
I saw a broken angel,
Her wings layed on the ground...
I had a dream of you an a dark cold night.
You came and warmed me up and told me that i would...
No wings of an angel
But still I know that I can fly...
White is the color of fresh fallen snow,
A winter kissed dress with a soft glow...
Trying so hard to be delivered
but they are screaming my name...
The night sky so brilliant and bright
Dragons everywhere in my sight...
Cloud of black, and skies of grey
Clockwork City is back to play...
When the black doves fly
the shadows grow as they pass by...