Lost Angel

June 23, 2013

Through the Skies

Through the Wind

A llittle piece of my heart dies

So does my mind

How many days

How many nights

There are so many ways

I find myself full of fright

I wonder how far

I wonder why

Maybe a shooting star

Took it up so high

I feel so mope

My little angel I lost is in Gust

It was my only hope

But now I am Dust

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