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There is warmth in my arms
A place to rest your broken wings
a home to hold your falling tears
and to show you the beauty of
(what only an Angel would call)
your new prison.

Did you know that birds
they do not fly in the sunset
but glitter from tree to tree
maybe they are in this world
only half the time
(But I don't think they really mind).

Can you laugh at human nature?
building personal stars close to home
to forget the heavenly ones so far away
their constantly lowered standards
(A very human thing)
To avoid the darkness you let into your heart.

I find beauty in the merciless winter
you now have to endure. In the complete randomness
(of Death and Decline)
can one find true happiness (Love)
in the spiritual ruin of the leftover heart?

Staring into your hollow eyes, cold skin
(Shivering) against my human warmth
(It is made of ignorance, so I am told)
There exists the need to believe the lies
You are so human already, it's scary
Please just stay with me my Fallen.

Description
There is warmth in my arms
A place to rest your broken wings
a home to hold your falling tears
and to show you the beauty of
(what only an Angel would call)
your new prison.

Did you know that birds
they do not fly in the sunset
but glitter from tree to tree
maybe they are in this world
only half the time
(But I don't think they really mind).

Can you laugh at human nature?
building personal stars close to home
to forget the heavenly ones so far away
their constantly lowered standards
(A very human thing)
To avoid the darkness you let into your heart.

I find beauty in the merciless winter
you now have to endure. In the complete randomness
(of Death and Decline)
can one find true happiness (Love)
in the spiritual ruin of the leftover heart?

Staring into your hollow eyes, cold skin
(Shivering) against my human warmth
(It is made of ignorance, so I am told)
There exists the need to believe the lies
You are so human already, it's scary
Please just stay with me my Fallen.