Felt the burning life of those old roses
Left to preen for themselves
But salvation was so far away
I felt stillness in my heart and soul

Questions swirling in my head
I didn’t think this pedestal
Was big enough for both of us
There was no danger in revealing this

Ancient texts from a land I never knew
Tangled into my thoughts; my soul
Felt more lost than ever before
Am I walking on fiery glass?

The stroke of midnight brought some comfort
But happiness was no longer necessary to me
The angel sang far up above
I waited for her to tell me.


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