Seraphim stopping
All Satan's from blocking
Them
Feels like I've lost something -
Healing Words, Hopefully
We wander from our fairy mound
He walks into a human town
It's down and down and down and down
And costs our wings and flower crowns
I watch him seek them round and round
In mortals, mirrors, and follow counts
But seems to deem me so unsound
When I say what is lost is found -
In an entirely different realm
I am the sound, the sun, a road
The one less traveled by - uknown
I am a song, a psalm, a poem
The ones I played, and sang, and spoke
I am the sea, a wave, her boat
I'm sand and ceremonial smoke
I'm solid like my love, a stone
I'm happy here, I'm finally home
There is one thing that isn't, though:
I'm not what's hanging from their rope
I did not sign a suicide note
Nope
XO
It can not be helped
You will feel what I felt
And on cold winter nights
While you survey your life
I won't speak, I don't write
What I do? Feel it twice
Under the anger, a festering wound
Under my bed like a monster it moves
Run like a fox from what ruins my mood
Done and I'm shot and for demons I'm food
Out of my mouth into malice - I'm cruel
Ooze from my nose into illness - achoo!
I could have solved this with solace, it's true
It didn't have to cause chaos and rue
I could have cried, if I'd tried I could choose...
Tears are a way to transcend and transmute
Who asked you
To trade me
For glory?
Nobody
And not me
Certainly
How could I?
Why would I?
My God, I
Want to fly
Too