Broken wings, wounded heart
feels like dancing in the dark.
The moonlit ocean I carried within
has turned to a stormy, merciless sin.
The child I was and the child I'm still
wished nothing more than dreams fullfilled.
The Garden of hope so pure and bright
once was illuminate with golden light.
But the rope of night, hopeless, forlorn
made the mourning Black Rose born.
While I wander my Trail of tears
I live again my deepest fears.
Where do I go, I cannot see
but I never wish the same path for thee.
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