I hate the way you see her face
a porcelain doll
just taking up space
a fairy whose magic
just doesn't make sense
an angel that's resting
and crying in silence
oh, how we watch
the weary fade away
as their burden grows stronger and stronger,
they work hard every day
as their lives wilt like flowers
but their roots are strong in the dirt
porcelain breaks
and magic is fake
that's what everyone says,
the angel has secrets
but secrets she keeps them
and now the angel is dead
oh, how we watch
the weary fade away
as their burden grows stronger and stronger,
they work hard every day
as their lives wilt like flowers
but their roots are strong in the dirt
fairytales make
stories seem fake
although they're based on some truths,
but fantasies made up of magic and angels
protect us in our youth
oh, how we watch
the weary fade away
as their burden grows stronger and stronger,
they work hard every day
as their lives wilt like flowers
but their roots are strong in the dirt
porcelain doll paints on a new face
a fairy's magic takes the pain away
angels can take her anywhere
sorrow won't win today.
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The Road to Paradise
PoetryThis book has a bunch of poems that have bits and pieces of my life in them. I write whatever comes to mind, and it usually makes sense. But everything has a hidden meaning. Of course, some of it is random, but it all comes together (plus I like to...
