As the thorns of the rose will be stuck
So deep,until finding the sap
The scent of a broken heart
I've been witnessing the touch
And the mysterious abyss
Ready to fall
To fall with me
I grew up in the black cradle
When you asked me where the sparkles grow
I didn't know the answer
As I wandering here
Just a stray
Don't we all have a salvation
And the eyes of the mirrors
Can't reflect anything but
Stones willing to become flowers
Churches sell illusions
The fake idols
For whom the bells tolls
For the hungry bodies!
Still flying with my wing so broken
As a bird falling
On a mast
Waiting for tomorrow's flight
Warmer,brighter
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