Now my children,
I'm going to tell you a tale...

Holding herself, another day has gone by,
She takes her wings; she only wants to fly...

The beginning of my story, and I want some...

Sometimes we see him sitting at the window,
But no one really knows why; he is blind...

Touch the morning,
A glimpse of rain...

A stabbing pain,
A foreign breath...

Look at the Heavens,
Look at the stars...

Please keep an open mind when reading this. I am...

And to the pains of which it stains,
I pledge allegiance to the noose...

I love the repetition of 'make me' and 'perfect...

--I tried a different rhyming scheme..
Sitting in the middle of a halo...

Angels of glorious value against the Lord,
Each wanting to win Heaven's reward...