I'm not dreaming, I see it clearly.
It's the haunting of a beautiful ghost.
Without wings, but a clear, bright, white
Sadly her story is misdiagnosed.
No one knows how she died, or when, where, and why.
We only know what we imagined
But this never makes the good, girl, ghost cry.
She lives for us to love and care,
no matter how sharp the thorns get.
She wants us to know our weaknesses,
she hopes we never forget.
She's a legend no one knows,
but we feel her pain,
We, together, know her heart
She can't live again.
A beauty to bright the darkest path,
A life with ups and downs.
A tragedy more cruel than Romeo and Juliet.
When the balance of life drowns.
The death of her was the death of me.
The pain,
I felt it too,
A true dream that's heard when an angel sings.
only the biggest heart can see
The most beautiful thing in the world,
The Angel Without Wings.