Stars fall like rain
knives conjure up pain
there he goes wandering down the road
with no hope to lighten his heavy load
with an angelic face and black wings that reach the sky
he cries blood and screams the sweetest music
oh why does he stride far from the path he should follow?
i wish he could see with those sky blue eyes what he's missing
come back you demon
bring back the oceans and the songs you compose
bring back the summer breeze and spring rain
bring back what you stole....
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