Skies of the damn,
Open, before me,
As I lead out my woes,
Echoes of, misery calls to unite my promise,
I cherish, what I've known,
For so long,
Little voices crowd around me,
Swallowing my lonely desire,
Taking in, what I need to be free,
My wish, my savior,
Is coming to awaken me,
It feels like a dream,
Like, I'm a lost princess,
Trapped in a never ending forest,
Where my dreams take over,
And I am the one,
Who can control it.
It's so pretty!
The crystalized flowers are beautiful,
They shine, in the moon's smiling face,
I want to be happy forever,
No more tears,
No more fears,
For I only good things can come now?
Yet, this boy,
He fights me,
He says, I can live a better life,
A life,
Where I'm somebody,
I don't care.
I don't know.
Papa, made this for me.
Why can't, people love it's beauty!
I'm so lost,
So frightened,
I want to know,
What is wrong,
I want to smile again,
Not like a fragile doll,
But like a girl,
Who knows,
She won't, give in to her demons.
Papa, lived for me,
So I'll live for him,
But, I'll always see him in the clouds,
Watching me,
Waiting for me,
To be something greater than I can,
For now,
I'll enjoy my sprouted wings,
And soar,
Where I'll always be,
Flying to be the very best,
That I know,
I can be.