Born in to this world alone
a child with out a life...
Midnight looms across the land,
Deathly petals lay in my hand...
Something my mom wrote
One time there were three angels...
I walk alone to a place of unknowns,
darkness over shadows all the ones known...
Woken up by what I can not say
fingers of rain tap softly at my window pane...
Darkness sinks into the waters,
Its taken all my sons and daughters...
Broken and bruised
yet loved to death...
In the middle of the night she woke up,
She looked out the window, past the black sky...
She lifts up her black parasol,
to block the suns bright rays...
My Lord, I have done something
Against your will...
As he removes his flame ravaged cape and charcoal...
He continues to his mission...
I've heard your cry
And I've thought it through...