Silhouette Of A Life - 10 Years

Forced myself to sleep last night

Woke up to all white

Saw all the tears and cries

Screamed out, but no reply

Nirvana dreams were never right

Crossing to the other side

It’s too late to take this back

Accidental exit

Now what’s in store for a

Soul with premature

Wings that will never soar

For what they’re made for?

Why we wingless angels fall?

We’ll die if our wings don’t grow at all

So tell me why we wingless angels fall?

We’ll die if our wings don’t grow at all

Life is always strange

Signs lie wondering

Mental sodomy

This can’t be happening