By: Arjan Wardekker
Tears that angel's eyes do shed.
Pain that keeps the demons fed.
Life that dies a thousand times.
Truth that seems a thousand crimes.
That what kills the strongest man,
brought by good or bad it can,
bring forever light or dark,
none who goes without it's mark.
Flame that heaven drags through hell.
Hand that helps the one who fell.
Light that seems to hide from me.
Trust that holds my locked heart's key.
That what burns the wings of hope,
with this darkness cannot cope,
absence that is clad in night,
blinding angel's eyes of light.
written on: 01-08-2002
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