To a heart born blue with the moon on one’s face
A butterfly flew and flew, trying to get out of that locked cage
A deathly curse to sleep was a fairytale come true
A life of mere seconds, a life of a heart born blue
Nameless masks stolen, words forged in the blacksmith’s hand
A merciful lie becomes armor, a purpose of a life that doesn’t beat
Though the prince searched long and wide for someone to slay the dragon in the land;
A wave would come, building up and up till all is still but the sea
A fated doom that could not be avoided, a said hero that played along
Crouching at god’s feet, his feathers falling even as he sings his lord’s songs
What mercy, must it be, to have a heart born blue
What mercy, must it be, to see the world and to fall again, for it too
Wasn’t the angel that claimed the breath, but the reaper whose sorrow was far too great
To watch sons and daughters fall from his hands, to be held was a wish granted far too late
Alone, must he be, sad, must he be
To see a thousand lives, wishing for one, to live and to breathe and not just see
For death to come at his hands, even if he sits at the top
The clouds fall away and the land becomes grey, and he knows not how to make it stop
Too late, would he grasp the child’s hands, too late would he rise
Too late would come the sun into dawn’s crying eyes
At but last, how to cry out and to be free, of a curse of eternal life
To not bring the love, the dear, into god’s arms and chosen, promised lifght
Far apart, the rain shall fall. And still the torn souls scream to be free, to fly
But alas, a mercy. To have a heart born blue.
Through this cycle, of endless tries and fails, to hold and to lose the memory
With tears as stars even as it is silent, the birds do not sing
To sleep for a thousand years, and to awake a mother of time
And to become a reaper’s child, one never kept out of sight
Oh, to a heart born blue, no blood to take away
To drown on it’ own breath, but alas, a mercy. Such a mercy, for in life they do not stay
With a heart born blue
