A cat walks out on velvet feet, an owl wings like...
A moonbeam slants through sleeping streets, mist...
A resurrection is occuring
Of my eternal faith in hate...
These tears wont stop
that are streaming down her face...
In the dark alone I sit,
with nothing but a candle lit...
In the lightened morning wood,
Stand the soldiers grand...
No wings of an angel
But still I know that I can fly...
There is nothing for you to look at here,
Nothing for you to see...
The boy rides further to the stream
from the hillside the water seems clean...
A candle shines through fabric
Flickering, wavering...
Darkness is here
I can feel it...
Abomination,
Their creation...
Mom and dad don't know why,
Their precious son...