Isles of secret hours
Scattered flowers amongst the fallen ashes
Believing, deceiving, holding the ashes as snow in your palm
Holding on to tales of God, just too save your sanity
Wearing thin, running a hand along your porcelain skin
Holding the mask to your face with the other
Held to your face to cover the scars
Holding onto your passion your grace behind closed doors
The memories remain all yours
Once seen in a daylight hour
Now only waking as a broken flower
The moon she sings to you of peaceful things
She will show you the way, the truth
But the truth how it stings
The path is bitter sweet
But they wait for you on the other side
Try to enter but the lies they hide
winding themselves around a veiled truth
Taken to unholiness in your roots
Walking on the frozen shattered hearts
Only one beats through the empty night
It is hers and soon your own
~Candace
Believing, deceiving, holding the ashes as snow in your palm
Holding on to tales of God, just too save your sanity
Wearing thin, running a hand along your porcelain skin
Holding the mask to your face with the other
Held to your face to cover the scars
Holding onto your passion your grace behind closed doors
The memories remain all yours
Once seen in a daylight hour
Now only waking as a broken flower
The moon she sings to you of peaceful things
She will show you the way, the truth
But the truth how it stings
The path is bitter sweet
But they wait for you on the other side
Try to enter but the lies they hide
winding themselves around a veiled truth
Taken to unholiness in your roots
Walking on the frozen shattered hearts
Only one beats through the empty night
It is hers and soon your own
~Candace