She asks me to be the one I once lost Fallen long ago from the leaves of slipping streams. Her tears flows through my charred remains, Wishing time could bring the longing back from my dusty dreams. She asks me to be the one I never was A lost feeling found under the melted sky And paints the rain on the face of a dying ghost And my stained soul fades into the echoes of the night. I ask her to be the one that I wish, A thought long past in my forgotten life. She steals away the black illusions from the crying crows And below the wings I am taken into the light. And she asks me to be.Birth sign: Not entered
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