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The Fallen Soul Of The Crane Party

Wounds,Scars,DreamKeskiviikko 09.09.2009 18:12

These deep wounds
are like the ocean's dephts

These crimson sins
become colorless with darkness

Those sins,
what are they,

Hate, sorrow,
Scars, blood

Those are what i feel,
Those have become part of me,

Darkness makes me feel those,

Seven things in Me

In the first

Shall never blend together

In the second

Shall never have the two wings, only one

The third

As he who has eyes that are darkness

The fourth

Will have no direction to go

The fifth
lies in the heart

The sixth
is covered in darkness

And the seventh
Are the scars what are like memories,what will never disappear

Compass of mine

It's rotating
The sand
Rotating
Every time the sun
And the moon touch each other
Constantly changing its appearance to something new
If there's something that doesn't change
Is my situation,
My one wing
Its rotating
If destiny is made of gears,
If destiny really exist
And we are the sand in between that is torn apart
There's nothing left to do but being wingless
I just want another wing
If i cannot protect by just extending my hand
I want a wing so i can reach in front of my friends so i can help them
The power to crush destiny that doesn't exist
Looks like still the wing is ripped off

But even if i have one wing,
I wish i could fly,
I,
When the night sky
Is filled with stars
Almost as if between
Heaven neither hell
I still feel like i want to rise in the air

The truth of the life what is it,
We wonder,
I wonder,
But i finally know what is the life's truth

Life is nothing but a dream,
Human live for prosperity
yet for prosperity they fight
and die,
Wouldn't it be
better if they hadn't done
anything to begin with.
Why must human contradict
themselves with their
principles
the sorrow.

But even life is this,
There's hope too,
Little light

Those are friends,
Those who cheers up,
And those who will try to help you,
Thanks to you

I can still see my memories,
Everything that i've done wrong,
Those, are
Memories In Rain,
When there is rainy,
When is dark,
I see my memories there,
And my scars are paining me,

Wish i could rise in the air and fly

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