Upon These Hands Of Hope
Tears From what Is now Joy
Soft Touched Skin
A Gentle Slite Breeze
AS Night Comes Once again
From These Faces Of The Unknown
Dreams OF what now is real
Wings From Our Fears
Alone Here From The Least
Leafs That Have Fallen
Dead And crusted
Screams that echo through the wind
Trees That sway Beyond our light
Bring these, not our Tears to be
From our soar cuts
To what is now our bandaged heart
Alone here we Stand in these seldom Parts
*Ugly_Wings*