blindedbyfear
Bluelighter
I write everyday. sometimes a lot, sometimes only one piece. today (my only day off work) has turned out to be very productive.
Rise Again
All these fairy tale forevers welcome
Everyone in and it's no wonder
That she fell from this great blue sky.
I can still taste my defeat on these lips
And you still have hell welled up
In your eyes.
I will burn that bridge when we get to it.
Erase the sun.
To those who've killed this hope,
A message, I will rise again.
Phoenix in flight, I'm here to
break your wings, I welcome this.
I won't let this heart stop beating
I will rise again and again and again
I will rise again.
Cost
Falling head over heels for burden and
bright light.
A high cost of playing god I guess.
Please, tell me how to survive in this.
The unforgiving role of seeing too much.
Under the dead wake of morning.
Finding solace in a diseased heart and
Findling love in acts of desperation.
You're no angel my friend.
You're no angel.
And here we are teetering
On the edge of tried departure,
And there you are with a blessing from below.
One drop for every callous ending.
And one drop for every ungranted wish.
Spare me the day.
When I discover a new found low.
[This message has been edited by blindedbyfear (edited 14 August 2000).]
Rise Again
All these fairy tale forevers welcome
Everyone in and it's no wonder
That she fell from this great blue sky.
I can still taste my defeat on these lips
And you still have hell welled up
In your eyes.
I will burn that bridge when we get to it.
Erase the sun.
To those who've killed this hope,
A message, I will rise again.
Phoenix in flight, I'm here to
break your wings, I welcome this.
I won't let this heart stop beating
I will rise again and again and again
I will rise again.
Cost
Falling head over heels for burden and
bright light.
A high cost of playing god I guess.
Please, tell me how to survive in this.
The unforgiving role of seeing too much.
Under the dead wake of morning.
Finding solace in a diseased heart and
Findling love in acts of desperation.
You're no angel my friend.
You're no angel.
And here we are teetering
On the edge of tried departure,
And there you are with a blessing from below.
One drop for every callous ending.
And one drop for every ungranted wish.
Spare me the day.
When I discover a new found low.
[This message has been edited by blindedbyfear (edited 14 August 2000).]
