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My black burned wing
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Author: Luminor They burned my picture long ago. And i see the truth..through my empty eyes. Fallen from every grace. And damned. No one cares. And so I am. In this endless, unnamed place. That no one knows. Bleeding from my soul´s gone rose. And all that is left now. is my one..unburned black wing. It raises to heaven..that my home once had been. And i speak by what`s left now. My flight..it will once grow. Though i´m now out of all hope. Devieted by hopeless fight: I am walking now through this world. This black feather in my hand. Alone. Far from life. But there is this light. And no one had ever seen. That it burns inside That it had always burned..full of pride. And all that is left now. is my one..unburned black wing. It raises to heaven..that my home once had been. And i speak by what`s left now. My flight..it will once grow. Though i´m now out of all hope. I see the pictures. From all that´s been. See my whole life.. What would it bring? They gave me names in so different ways. They burned my wings.. Or made them their grace. Shy and so weak. Sad, full of joy. Wild and so strong.. Alone but adored. I lost my name..for so many times. I already died..in so many minds. And my left black burned wing. It searches for its last strength. It passes all barriers. Alone. Just by its will. And although i don´t know yet. Where it will guide me now. No one may burn it again. And i fly through the shadows.. Of my lonely free flight. Through storms and my nights. In death ..and in this life. The light on the horizon. it may guide me home. Though i don´t know where it comes. Though i don´t know...where it ends. |