09-27-2006, 08:22 AM
She stood on the hill, eyes like molten flames
Eyes filled with burning desires, held back by timeless shame
A single tear drop falls down her cheek, an endless stream of guilt
Nothing will keep her safe, her bars of iron made of silk
She sat down on the ground, and cried out to the world
Her voice the softest whisper, like the innocence of a baby girl
A longing deep inside of her, is telling her to live
Telling her to make it through, never, never quit
She can't handle it anymore, she just wants to escape
She wants to make it home, but she knows it's just too late
A single tear drop falls in silence, another unsaid word
Another moment of remembrance, for the falling of her world
She stood on the hill, eyes like ocean storms
Caught inside an internal battle, nothing can keep her warm
A single cry is heard, on the distant hill
For it seems an angel's died, and the world seems to stand still
She closed her eyes to dream, and never woke again
She wished she'd made it home, to where her life had been
But I guess it was just too late, she just couldn't find the way
The way that was right in front of her, never knowing it until it was too late
O' Maiden of dreams, rest in peace...
