Silky smooth skin, pale as snow
Warm velvety blood, the river just flows...
The word of victory,
The word of ambition...
Waking up to a beautiful sunny day
people walking talking and greeting the day...
I put my lips together and gently blow out air,
Blowing the dust off of a little brown antique...
I remain to stand outside
By the way, I can barely believe...
In your small room
You look at those same walls...
A female heart, walked hand in hand with his,
Always together and always near each other...
Even a man pure in heart
And says his prayers at night...
You could be my savior
Like Christ your blood...
A voice of ambition
A voice of aspiration...
A girl dressed in all black walking down a white...
People looking, and whispering to each other about...
A seraph, perched
Atop an opaline moon...