Her Once White Wings

by ViolentlyDisturbed   May 16, 2008


There she sits every night
On the cold wet stones of her past
And it was there she lingered every passing hour
With her once white wings in her hand
To wipe away every tear that came to her eyes
She is crying a stream of tears from her heart
And she has hung her love out to dry
So weep with me now, over this pitiful soul
Weep with the starlight
Because that is her only friend
The cuts on her arm won't disappear
The shard of glass in her hand can't get thrown away
So dance white dress, dance
And wipe away every blood stained spot in her heart
So she can live forever

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