A fallen child-
trembleing in the corner.
A broken dream-
batteling with truth.
A darkened angel-
staring over the battelfield of life.

Do you hear me now?
Is my singing loud enough?!
Can I fly away with you?
Is this how life was meant to be?
And can they come with me?

My dark angel-
feet thumping.
My dream-
breaking to the sound.
Our child-
breaking down!

Do you feel me now?
Are my hits hard enough?!
Can I run away with you?
Is this how life was meant to be?
And can they come with me?

My dreams-
they don't seem to be here.
They make me laugh
they make me cry.
Am I satisfied with what I got?

That darkened angel-
he hears my thoughts.
Does he know that I still love him?
Will he feel it when I fall?
is he satisfied with what he got?

And my child-
so young.
I sense you laugh in the sun.
The moments grow short now.
Soon enough, you'll be in that crowd...
Are you satisfied with what you are?

Do you hear me now?
Is my singing loud enough?!
Can I fly away with you?
Is this how life was meant to be?
And can they come with me?

A man- a god.
A child- a person.
A dream- a thing, so tangable.
And I- I am this thing that has been created from the past.