[Darksheare]

Not what it seems to be at all
you always pushed me so I'd fall
Shoved me out wingless in the sky
pierced through with the arrows of your lies
Now all I see is your face
why do you smile at my end of grace?
You destroy all who'd love you
rejecting all who could be true
Who's to blame once you're
old and alone?
Look in the mirror because
the one to blame is you
Never what you claimed to be at all
the masks they twitch as they twist and fall
And now I dance as you pull my strings
A puppeteer's approval at the puppet's disgrace
Throw away the masks and
just once let me glimpse your face
Hurt is all you gave
A cradle disguised grave
Hurt is all you have
Is it any wonder then
That those who loved you
Turned and ran?

[Soaring Feather]

My warmth is found
in silent love
and laughing winds
wanting a soft valley...

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