The Secret
The Whisper...

Tears stream down a porcelin face.
Unwilled, unwanted, but needed...

I knew I could not fly,
my wingers were iced & broken...

Do you believe in the air,
that no ones sees...

With thine blood upon my hands
I whisper to the shadows...

I cry so many tears,
to try to put out the flame...

Theres a bird upon the windowsill,
and his eyes are a blue like the red feathers he...

Listen child, do not cry,
your heart shall one day heal...

Its clouded Glass,
a one sided wall...

I can not seem to find myself,
No feeling will come...

Your not for me,
I have another...

Cross my heart,
Hope we’ll die...