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by Felix Apr 8, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Clouds above Lands of love Flames below Pain they show When people die The angels cry When people are engulfed with fire Demons fill their true desire High above the angels fly Far below the people cry They want saved and they want out They don't want to have to shout Why should angels fly so free That is just not fair to me While I am forced to burn and scream They fly as though its all a dream Why can't they fall, why can't they die Why can't they watch us burn and cry While we suffer pain and hate And realize that this is our fate Those bastards get to roam the clouds And be high, mighty, shinning and proud They should fall and they should learn Of how it feels to die and burn For my soul's trapped it can't escape The evil hand thats known as fate Forever I will shout and burn And yet it is the angels turn They should feel this them not me I want to know what its like to be free I want to roam the lands of love I want to see the clouds above