Fallen

Looking through her tears
the falling of feathers she hears
white colors come down like rain
black ones she has gain
while the ground turns white
she can feel love leaving her side
with black wings she now learns to fly
angering looking at the blue sky
evil crowls in her mind
abbandoning her from her own kind
Dark songs she now sings
She is a fallen angel with black wings
My way

Covered with snow
My way lays before my feet
Wondering how i should know
Where the road is underneath
I step forward slow

What once was white
Is now black
Pairs of boots, side a side
are looking like a track
Of someone that searchs the light

While falling snow covers the tracks behind
I just keep walking on
In time these thoughts in my mind
Will see again the sun
Snow will melt and the road is what i find
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