Love has marked the scars i've born
And from this light that we are torn
Shields a love that can't be found
As ashes lightly touch the ground

Angles sing in fields of glory
Close the book and **** the story
Like ***** fingers across my face
She is the thing I can't misplace

I squander this ability
To shape my own stability
Conscious of my fleeting time here
Only to tell you one thing my dear

Love is wasted on the youth
I only want you to know the truth
When your revelation has been found
You will fined me under the ground