She had music in her soul
A heart made of gold
Her future, a fairytale waiting to be told
He had a heart that was oh so cold
A soul that seemed centuries old
His past, a tragic tale never to be retold
Her eyes were ever so bright
They resembled the stars at night
A life where everything seemed so right
For years he followed her guiding light
From the lowest low to the highest height
But you know what they say about the deception of sight
Now he is covered in invisible scars
Nothing more than reminders of his journey through the stars.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:29 AM UTC
She had music in her soul
A heart made of gold
Her future, a fairytale waiting to be told
He had a heart that was oh so cold
A soul that seemed centuries old
His past, a tragic tale never to be retold
Her eyes were ever so bright
They resembled the stars at night
A life where everything seemed so right
For years he followed her guiding light
From the lowest low to the highest height
But you know what they say about the deception of sight
Now he is covered in invisible scars
Nothing more than reminders of his journey through the stars.