Crimson

I made these wings to soar so high

I left a note to say goodbye

I never meant to break your heart

These dirty wings will fall apart

They find my pieces on the ground

A body cold

A mind unsound

I sing a final song to you

A thousand truths I wish they knew

A loaded gun with loaded charms

Please hold me in your fire-arms

I'm sick of thoughts with thoughtless words

Prayers from the godless, I have heard

And now I have done all I can

I wish that they could understand

But maybe in another life

I could try to make things right

I'd build a place for us to live

With love that grows & hands that give

Our stars above will light the sky

And there we'll never wish to die