I carry this cross in a solemn vow
that everything before me will revive itself back to life
keeping the peace and sereness in every corner of this whitebox room
my pain returned to my broken soul
the tattered wings of an angel shattered into peices on the floor
keeping me at home with my own
the quietness of life
the deafening noise of truth
the blindness of this newborn light shines through my open eyes into the heart
another quiet body lying on the floor
motionless and unaware life is alive
and so are we
live my dreams all over again
give yourself to me
as I gave myself to you
then let me go as I am nothing more than a simple ray of light from the moon
and here I am lving the life I lived before all over again
no soul, no heart
for yous till have it
a broken winged angel trying to fly
