And I heard that the angels where all dead. It's such a shame that the life they lead is such a subtle game. Strike at my heart, take away this pain, because to see you would be the saving grace that makes me sane. And your eyes, an ode to beauty itself. And your heart a requiem to the fabric of my very being. And I'd rather die then see you cry, because if that tear hits the floor, I can live no more. I will always care, I know that you will never leave here. And your perfection is architecture to the persona that we all wish for. So if I dreamt of you, would you dream of me? And all I need is just to see, the flawless life you lead. And I'd trade these wings, for an opportunity of you loving me. When I feel you there, I can rip out my heart and give it to you right at the start. Because I know, you would only make me more complete. You are the meaning of creation. You are the only light in a eternity of shadows.