Breakups are like being an angel in heaven
And no longer do I hear your voice beckon
Then so suddenly I am quickly falling
And still your voice is not calling
To a dry and mortal place unknown
But the worst part is that I am now alone
My wings have been ripped from between my shoulders
They fall in fire to the earth, where they smoulder
So they burn in a fire that just gets hotter
And my questionable soul thirsts for water
Almost as hungrily as my heart searches for your love
You know you will never again look down from the stars above
Yet now I am bound to this desolate earth
Cast out from the skies to a humbler berth
And so we try to survive in a world of desolate silence
For I cannot find your peace among all this violence
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
Breakups are like being an angel in heaven
And no longer do I hear your voice beckon
Then so suddenly I am quickly falling
And still your voice is not calling
To a dry and mortal place unknown
But the worst part is that I am now alone
My wings have been ripped from between my shoulders
They fall in fire to the earth, where they smoulder
So they burn in a fire that just gets hotter
And my questionable soul thirsts for water
Almost as hungrily as my heart searches for your love
You know you will never again look down from the stars above
Yet now I am bound to this desolate earth
Cast out from the skies to a humbler berth
And so we try to survive in a world of desolate silence
For I cannot find your peace among all this violence
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