look to the ocean and breath
look at my heart and breath
look at my face and breath
look at my love and breath
look at your worries and let them breath
you will only rot if you don't breath
you'll disappear if you don't breath
so let it out and take in the air

in my heart I feel dread
maybe the darkness is not dead
but my soul is with him
in each step he takes
I feel it hum
but with a grip he holds it tight
maybe he did win the fight
maybe I lost the light
my love is gone
she was a rose and now there's only a thorn
a lone spike in the wind
maybe I will rebuild
the walls that came down
and maybe my Angel can wear a crown
a thorn for there hurt
maybe I'll lift them up and give them the sky
and maybe she will then learn to fly
through the lasting wisps
a angel will fly
as divine as I can see  
there heart a dark blue sea
full of love for me to keep
a think I hear a heart on repeat
what a rose so kind
that not even the devil can leave her behind

through wired chunks and smouldered trucks comes loads and loads of steam a in wired breed and self imprinted greed gas comes rising and it falls with grace but all these businesses are laced with fake faith a faith of change a faith of life but with a second it could end and who will be laughing then not me that's for sure because will be the one in heaven hurting from loss because I was one of the only people who knew what we could lose so let down the shields and come and bring me up and bring me from the grave maybe all I need was somebody to save me from the steam and gas maybe that was all I need a little faith inside this world of disgrace

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

soft tones in rightful throes
through hero's tough
and rightness goes
the evil will be ******* from here it grows
the tide will turn
the wind will blow
and here I will be broken from head to toe