a god in the middle

Jan 31, 2006 13:48

A touch of darkenss, to break the light,
spread my wings, fly through the night,
high above and on a breeze,
with my head held high,
I stride with ease,
amidst confusion,
amidst the rain,
amidst existance so mundane,
felt like an earth quake,
my knees start to shake,
without angels, to guide me home,
I go through pergatory all alone,
all alone, all alone, all alone.
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