I've got windblown hair
and you've got cloudy eyes...

Lookin at these broken tatters
seems like my wings don't matter anymore...

Life was flying by, and I,
I was just hanging on...

Streaming across my face like
whispering tassels of wind...

Locked away in a box
that i keep hidden behind my heart...

...pain
is not always visible...

Just for this moment
i've found myself again...

White dress, white lace
tattered and worn...

Tonight is a night for secrets and stories
and perhaps...

The sky thickens
and the stars pour through...

I see You, God
when i'm outside...

Eyes closed.
Let my hands...