Saturday, March 27, 2010
let the angels guide you on your lofty path..
Corridors lined with silent ghosts. Threatening the life you loved and trust. Things you never thought to be the silent rest has come abruptly to put us all to the test. Think again on what we once stood by and watch it slowly pass us by. Helpless though you and I may be atleast my feet stand together firmly. I'll blow the winds of change your way and hope to God that the rainbow sees you there. Find the pot at the other end before the dark cloud comes and puts out the rainbow's end. Find the gold droplets of sunshine rays and know that it will light up that golden brick way. There you will find us all with open hearts waiting for another big bright tommorow to come. Never give up on lighting your path. Your heart is what you wish it and you must promise to never give it up. Stay true to your journey and you will see your star lit way. The milky way calls your name, awaiting your return. It waits the day you ride their waves to once again show how bright you shine...
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spend all your time waiting for that second chance, for that break that would make it okay. there's always some reason to feel not good enough, and it's hard at the end of the day. you need some distraction, oh, beautiful release; memories seep from your veins. let there be empty and weightless and maybe, you'll find some peace tonight..
in the arms of the angel, fly away from here. from this dark, cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear. you were pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie. you're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.
so tired of the straight lines, and everywhere you turn there's vultures and thieves at your back. the storm keeps on twisting, keep on building the lies that you made up for all that you've lacked. it don't make no difference escaping one last time, it's easier to believe. in this sweet madness, oh, this glorious sadness that brings you to your knees..
in the arms of the angels, fly away from here. from this dark, cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear. you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie. you're in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.
you're in the arms of THE ANGEL, may you find some comfort here..
i hear you.
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