I stare blankly at the space before me
All I hold on to are memories and dreams
They’re fading and I’m left with the bare threads of a once royal raiment.
Deep inside I remain myself, and that part of me cries
It cries for the brush of an angel’s wing
An angel’s care to remind me there’s a greater good in this world.
posted by liquid @ 11:22 AM
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