The velvet surface,satin wing's remind's me of a forgotten tree .It reache's to the heaven's but will fall too it's knee's
A laughing child a dieing man will both reach out and lend a hand A crying mother one lost soul will find each-othere
in the end Alonely field a shinning star they will burn themself's out when the fighting stare's The blasting sound's the crison ground
will leave a soul near a forgotten tree crying on his knee's trying to remember the time he had satin wing's.
BY,~EEK~
A laughing child a dieing man will both reach out and lend a hand A crying mother one lost soul will find each-othere
in the end Alonely field a shinning star they will burn themself's out when the fighting stare's The blasting sound's the crison ground
will leave a soul near a forgotten tree crying on his knee's trying to remember the time he had satin wing's.
BY,~EEK~
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