She cry's alone, by herself.
Broken wings shade her eyes.
Fading slowly into darkness,
her echoes scream in silence.
Your tears are falling down,
on me.
Your name can't be lost.
Your heart is falling further.
Your soule, will be free!
She sits alone, by herself,
waiting to be free again.
Take my hand and follow me.
This is the time to set her free!
Your tears are falling down,
on me.
Your name cant be lost.
Your heart is falling further.
Your soule, will be free.
Come on now, and set her free!
I can't wait, to see you again!
Your tears are falling down,
on me.
Your name can't be lost.
Your heart is falling further.
Your soule, will be free!
I can't wait to see you again!
wonderful poem. i know how it feels to be the one with broken wings, trapped and fading for that is how i live everday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you'll get alot of responses from gothic and emo poeple. spencer, tisk tisk. good but i can't stand that several suicidal teens will contact you now. you screwed yourself. hehe