What hollow passage reflects the soul? When dazed by pain and strife. What makes eye's appear cold? When fighting for your life.
Who am I that the physical I can't contol? Where is the strength hidden inside? Each day seems to take it's toll. My fears, I do my best too hide.
There is a battle raging. A war on the wings of angels. It has been going on for years, never aging. Spirit's fighting for control. Tore between a song, we sing about angels.A never ending war on the wings of angels.
So fragile this body, This shell we call our own. We defend ourselves oddly. As hell finds it's way to the bone.Yet in the spirit the battle lies. You seem to be loosing when I look into your eyes.
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