There's always beauty in death,
heartbeats stopping, fading warmth.
Sometimes it feels as if
I should be the one, dead as a rock,
but yet I am needed here
to support love and to care
for this cold world
Broken wings, broken heart,
cold world, warms hearts.
Loved ones caring
with broken hearts
longing after you,
longing after me.
Once the love of your life
has faded away,
broken like fallen glass on the floor,
it will break your wings,
takes away the will to live, leave you there.
Yet I'll always be here,
here for you.
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