
My leather wings are tainted with blue opals of angels
Why must my heart hate my soul
And why must my soul fear my mind
I call to the devil and ask for the deepest desire
But I am dressed in shining armor that can only be pierced by those who I'm protecting
The foolish thought of a perfect world dances in my head with every smile I see
And I fail to realize the monster with the inability to quench lies within me
Why is it that I feel I must stand at hell's gates
Why is it that I feel I'm not allowed in heaven's
Why is the gray area turning more gray each day
Why is it that I feel my heartbeat go astray
Why do my tears come after the rain
Instead of during the pain
My leather wings drop down to my sides
But the blue opals still glow, being my guides
So Again I remember my purpose here
To only make those happy of who I hold dear




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