Sitting here watching you restless,
From a battle that never really ended,
Broken wings and wounded pride,
From the dark past memories of man kind…

From afar… I can feel your grieving,
Wearing them tears that foolishly covering your sight…
From a distance… I can see your pain,
Showing me them scars and blood that stains…

Your halo that's been broken to pieces,
Like the mirror of your shattered dreams,
Your harp that's been lost for years,
Now found on the ground with no tune to hear…

Again… I watch you sub in this lonely nook,
Hugging the cold wind as if it comforts you…
The silence in this lonely dim,
Strongly struck you hard, wounded your skin…

When will you learn how to deprive the past?
The memories that can't make your life last…
From the beginning till the dawn shows,
All I can see is your mourning and your tears that flows…

How sad that one immortal be living in dismay,
With no road to look back through out the day…
How sad that one wounded angel is walking with no glitter,
Hurting… begging… For in cold there he shivers…
 
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