Fallen
I passed by fallen statues
myself fallen from grace
angels walked by
their shadows came on my side
armed by my shadows
i left the place
where the sky has been changing red
we walked through the night
stars helped us on our way
we came by a gate
made of dark glass
spoke the words we needed
silent in the last pieces of our broken hearts
and came in the land of myths,
where we would stay as one
of them.
myself fallen from grace
angels walked by
their shadows came on my side
armed by my shadows
i left the place
where the sky has been changing red
we walked through the night
stars helped us on our way
we came by a gate
made of dark glass
spoke the words we needed
silent in the last pieces of our broken hearts
and came in the land of myths,
where we would stay as one
of them.
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| Auteur: Butterfly.Lady | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 september 2006 | ||
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