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.