Above Wrong (Angel of Sadness)
It seems we have been torn
A great distance apart
Yet in the eve of a fair day
You can not resist my art
I envy your every blasphemous sound
Yet a single draft consist of our hearts
On my behalf, my part
I’ll leave no room to anticipate
Like a forgotten mark
With realms of time, I am forced to participate
My age limit gathering dust
Constant decisions, rathering I must
Every attempt to better this hell, wavering a plus
A long with these costly treasures of mine
What pleasures do you exactly have in mind?
A balance of worthiness, measures our time
Seems that with senseless issues, I’ve been stretching my years
Grasping the obvious, the unseen
Fetching what’s in between the clear
I bare no room for fault
In your palms my thoughts were so softly caught
I may seem tired
For I am weathered by scenes of dreams a little higher than fire
Will you walk with me?
Will you sit and shoot the dust
And talk about the myths we’ll grow to be
Living for the gifts we are determined to see
It’s the above wrong that shelters your love song
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