through Angels wings
all the bright dangerous things
they cloud my mind and leave me helpless
so come and takes this grief away
take it and put it away
put it in the attic
and attack it with love
maybe the darkness was all it had
and maybe my soul was in there too
hopefully it will grow back
and I'll be one again
but till then...
I think I'll try to breath again
to taste the air
and see the sky
and maybe just maybe the darkness will die