Such a pretty girl...you've grown pretty dull
I'm sorry you had to hear this, But you've done all for old dear Christ
You hide your tears behind the mist...
Your Mothers seen you wrong..
Your Father was there when you were young
Bruised and beaten You smile, Eyes red....soul Half dead
Fighting for your friends you cry.
Letting your enemies fly...
Please don't let me go dear friend
This all goes away in the end
I promise.
You'll be seen as Fallen Grace
From the beauty that you were, To the solomn princess that You became.
Need More Play, Not delay...I promise....
My Fallen Grace you still shine, Better than that bottle of wine
You aged and become strong
but you knew it all along.
You're My girl, my friend....my child Don't cry if I ever were to die.
Fallen Grace....Keep walking at your own pace
Soon your wings will be ready, Your hoofs to gallop, your horns to protect, Claws to grasp, Eyes to peirce, And heart to beat.
Spread wings, and Seek your dreams...take place.
To my dear Children.
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writing songs and poems seein' what I feel most of the time.
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