When the stars on longer sparkle in your eyes,
when the moon no longer shines on your face,
and the sun no longer offers you warmth.
may the blood on your hands offer you freedom,
this broken world has none.
the beat of your heart,
the breath of your soul,
does this life you've chosen,
the knife in your hand,
the scars on your wrist,
offer you comfort?
when the pain that you feel,
becomes that which you crave,
when the closeness of others,
becomes the pleasure you fear,
is it worth not letting someone in?
when the love you long for,
are the shackles that bind you,
is it the hurt that they may cause you,
that witch you flee from?
is the closeness of others such a terrible thing?
when this love binds you down,
you must turn these chains into wings and fly,
the love your feeling can lift you up.
the sky has no limit and they can carry you,
such a beautiful thing,
to soar through the heavens carried on the wings of friends.
when you look down on a world that turned it