Shards of a broken mirror lie on the bloodstained...
A young girl's hand so red and sore...
I waited so long for hope to come.
Restless nights and fights against the sun...
Flower petals fall
Listen close...
Curtains bellow in the evening breeze.
Night is arriving soon, it seems...
My heartbeat sped,
Like that of a runner sprinting the last two feet...
Curtains bellow in the evening breeze.
Night is arriving soon, it seems...
Flower petals fall
Listen close...
Ink falls to paper
Words begin to form shadows on the pure white...
I waited so long for hope to come.
Restless nights and fights against the sun...
If wishes were horses; beggars might ride. |
I'm so afraid that someone's just going to pinch me and I'll wake to find that this was all a dream. |
My life is like wishing upon a star, and finding out it's a plane. |