I Used to do a lotta things
Most of them would sting
I do them somewhere isolated
It's in my mind of broken dreams

I claimed the sky
And fell with striped broken wings
As I went down
This is what the moon had to sing

Dear lost child
Betrayed by yourself
I was sprayed black and gray
With what you felt

With the touch from your hand
And the wish from your lips
You wished it dead at dusk
Upon the eclipse

Oh dear child
The anger you bring
Ties you on a tight rope
To linger amoung the unseen

I see what you don't
You want but lost hope
You thirst for more ways
To hang on and to cope

Oh dear child
You fall with hurting wings
Your almost to the bottom
But the moon will always sing


 
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