Eyes hiding shadows
Obscured by red hair.
Wings kept inside
And no one goes there.
No one can see
That cold empty space
Where he ripped out his heart
With pain in his face.
A father, a son?
What do such things
mean?
When you've been gone so long
That you can't hear me scream.
A father, a comrade…
A friend in need.
It doesn't matter who you are
When I see you bleed.
A fighter in violet
With blue angel wings.
It doesn't seem real,
Yet I feel my blood sing…
My father, my friend,
Lets fly up to the stars
And wonder if this
Is where the real angels are.
