I sing with angels
I sing with the angels and dance with the devil.
As I play on both sides of the black rivers flowing,
I hear the questions daily, may I? Dare I?
As freedom allows the nightingales to roam, adventure is not tied down to the backyard.
With unconditional love and the caring of a unit, outside the dirty window are the same sins those breath careless whispers.
The wings of the serpent bird and the doves mix into a managed tale of love and deceit.
Separate closets to hide from the staring eyes of judges and contradictory glares.
For the dance is simple within the song, the voices stay beautiful and distant. The steps of this waltz get closer to the heart. Spinning this web of true armour to protect what is mine from what I propose to not give up.
I have not been to war But the machine guns in my head ruin my thoughts Woven in silk; I have a destiny A web of directions I chose to ...
I am up for it, I really want it, I have prepared for it Only doing what I need to do Only wanting to get over this hump I want to look...
When the doors you open, trying to escape Open to Darkness Open to Emptiness Open to Sadness Open to a Storm Open to Nothingnes...