The blood on my hands
a tear of a wound
a petal of a withered rose
a broken blue wing
When you discover that
god's blood were never blue
and through all the years
through time I'm still remind you
I need you my love to reach the sky
I need your touch to heal my scabs
I need your words to lear to fly
I need you darling to stay alive
Blessed and guided
I had to find
the bridge from hell
which I must cross to see her
I know she is there
I'll give her this words
such a shame to write my way
though now I know that I can love
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