Post by brandnewmessiah on Mar 13, 2007 7:51:15 GMT -6
Painted eyes they lie
Looking happy, dying inside
Always afraid to cry
The disgrace of shame a confused bride
A paper crane she folds
Flying free on wings of gold
Into a darkness, where it becomes a crow
Scavenging on what is left of her soul
Was it you hiding
Beneath the pale of a lonely heart
Walking amongst the crimson petals
That fall with your tears in a world that’s torn apart
By the hands of time
Which stopped long ago
The stem that breaks in her grasp
Now is bleeding slow
Crooked smile in pain
She can’t remember her own name
To them we all look the same
An innocent clown for which to blame
Of misery in beauty’s arms
She fakes her way through with her charm
Unable to disarm
She cuts away all those who caused her harm
Was it you who’s fighting
To hold onto your last bit of a humility
Wasn’t so inviting
After he took your freedom and made you see
A garden of sorrow decaying
In the bask of a rising sun
To the thorn you’re praying
That your dying heart may be impaled by one
