Violet Was Pretty
There are millions of violet flowers growing upward..
In slow motion, through dried up ash
Above the valleys you fly, like angels of freedom
See, even dried tears on the cracked earth are beautiful
Searching for silence and something that can't be found
Soar forever, there is no downfall to what we say
Invisible
Down the slum alleys are lovely things
In an abandoned, run down restroom filled with rust you catch an angels glance from a small mirror
Wings that used to be pure white, they were dirty with sadness
Your eyes meet and for an instant the world stands still and tears begin to flow down your face
It is okay said the angel in an intense and piercing voice, we must all find our own way
