A fallen angel with no wings,
Lost in time, separated at birth,
From the ones of long ago,
The ones who share her ancient soul.
Placed here, am I, to sing out loud,
Pushing my voice through the crowd?
Or shall I wait, and silently sleep,
Dreaming of life as it should be?
Do I stand for my hearts song,
Or slip into the fading dawn?
Do I stand for the truth of yore,
Or listen to the days own tale?
What to do in a time unknown,
When one is strung to the past?
Shall we live for what is shown,
Or show the world how to live?
Am I a light in the dark,
Or the darkest light?















Comments
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I'm in love again!!!!
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~You plead to everyone...see the art in me...~
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Both me and you have such odd lights...like...skittles colored or something.
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~You plead to everyone...see the art in me...~
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~You plead to everyone...see the art in me...~
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I'm in love again!!!!
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A man is a fool not to put everything he has, at any given moment, into what he is creating.
- Frank Herbert
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