Crimson breed

by broken wings   Apr 12, 2007


Here's my promise
it won't hurt a bit
and here's the bad news
you have to stay in the darkness

but we cry,we fall again
on this everlasting sea
but from our ashes we're risen
as we fly with broken wings

please forgive me
but you did make this choice
to let you be this dying breed
and to bleed at my voice

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