Saints On a Pristine Path To Nowhere
Saints on a pristine path to nowhere
And no one calls their names
A collective group of seraphim
On a glory ride to fame
And when the arrows exit quivers
And their hearts they turn to stone
The saints, they are but dead and faceless
As Heaven is no longer home
Copyright © Ashley Daly | Year Posted 2005
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