angels cry
like the petals of a rose,open up upon me,
i call upon those,
who wish to be free,
let destiny know that I,
run the show today,
and if I must die,
let it be for what i say,
running askew every where,
lines no longer straight,
where is the passion and care,
now replaced with despair and hate,
i've lost sight of what is right,
and fallen in the hole of wrong,
my inner demons i must fight,
to hear once again the holy song,
this world is full of material things,
morals a thing of the past,
flying with my angel wings,
forgot it all so fast,
sharp as the angel cry,
cutting into my ears,
each tear makes me die,
and brings out my worst fears,
im the puppet your the puppeteer,
you knew this from the start,
the thing that i most fear,
is you letting go of my heart,
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