Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Angel's Wings
A dream, and angel wings sprung forth
From out my back. The beauty is beyond me,
This legend is beyond me.
But what can I do, when I fly about
In a golden white light.
Do not be scared, do not fear this sight.
If you cut these graceful wings,
I shall bleed to death, like slitting
My ample wrists. You cannot believe this,
Maybe you simply refuse.
You cannot look my way. If you love me,
You'll hear my angel purr,
Deep within my throat. It is only for you.
You're the only one who's allowed to hear it
And though you are wise beyond my years,
You're just like me.
Your wings being older but larger,
Longer but more graceful.
Don't act coy, you know ours is the blood
That can cure all diseases, but yours
Can mend a broken heart,
And mine can yearn a mended heart.
Whatever these yellow beams from our eyes
Are for, you know they only stun
Those who do not understand.
They do not kill.
Angels aren't allowed to kill,
They can only allow themselves to be
Emotional, loving, and occasionally sarcastic; that is you.
A dream, and from my shoulders
That sprung forth these wings, I shall fold them back
And go through life in this body.
*I've decided that this one goes with Faery's Tears
From out my back. The beauty is beyond me,
This legend is beyond me.
But what can I do, when I fly about
In a golden white light.
Do not be scared, do not fear this sight.
If you cut these graceful wings,
I shall bleed to death, like slitting
My ample wrists. You cannot believe this,
Maybe you simply refuse.
You cannot look my way. If you love me,
You'll hear my angel purr,
Deep within my throat. It is only for you.
You're the only one who's allowed to hear it
And though you are wise beyond my years,
You're just like me.
Your wings being older but larger,
Longer but more graceful.
Don't act coy, you know ours is the blood
That can cure all diseases, but yours
Can mend a broken heart,
And mine can yearn a mended heart.
Whatever these yellow beams from our eyes
Are for, you know they only stun
Those who do not understand.
They do not kill.
Angels aren't allowed to kill,
They can only allow themselves to be
Emotional, loving, and occasionally sarcastic; that is you.
A dream, and from my shoulders
That sprung forth these wings, I shall fold them back
And go through life in this body.
*I've decided that this one goes with Faery's Tears
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Angel`s Wings
Angel`s Wings