Cyan Angels
Standing alone, for so longs,
Who had noticed you ?
Who had even cared,
Enough to listen,
To the pains.
The sorrows that has always cloud you mind.
Can't give up though right ?
You must strives forever, and ever.
For that sky.
With your fragile wings,
And your swollen heart.
Never feel satisfied.
In the cold snows.
Broken glass,
Epic journeys.
Heartless night,
Nobody know,
Your cyan radiance,
Glows in sadness.
That cyan moon seem to be calling,
Seem to be crying,
To see its reflections in the blue oceans.
Nobody knows,
Your heartrending tries,
To take flight to that sky.
That had always been so far,
So endless,
So beautiful.
A dream needs to be chases right ?
No matter how much times you got hurt.
Nobody knows your heart is burning,
The color of the blue moon,
Cyan angels,
Such a sad color,
The color of your own souls.
Is there such things as freedom,
When you repeatedly follows that dreams that just don't exist?
Endless repetitions of those cyan lights.
Won't ever fade away.
Let go of your wings that spread over the dark purple sky.
Seem to cries with you.
Helpless being.
Dreams that can't been reach.
Cyan sky,
And cyan ocean
Can't seem to hear your voice,
But they'll cries,
For those who's lost in the dept of sadness.
Standing alone, for so longs,
Who had noticed you ?
Who had even cared,
Enough to listen,
To the pains.
The sorrows that has always cloud you mind.
Can't give up though right ?
You must strives forever, and ever.
For that sky.
With your fragile wings,
And your swollen heart.
Never feel satisfied.
In the cold snows.
Broken glass,
Epic journeys.
Heartless night,
Nobody know,
Your cyan radiance,
Glows in sadness.
That cyan moon seem to be calling,
Seem to be crying,
To see its reflections in the blue oceans.
Nobody knows,
Your heartrending tries,
To take flight to that sky.
That had always been so far,
So endless,
So beautiful.
A dream needs to be chases right ?
No matter how much times you got hurt.
Nobody knows your heart is burning,
The color of the blue moon,
Cyan angels,
Such a sad color,
The color of your own souls.
Is there such things as freedom,
When you repeatedly follows that dreams that just don't exist?
Endless repetitions of those cyan lights.
Won't ever fade away.
Let go of your wings that spread over the dark purple sky.
Seem to cries with you.
Helpless being.
Dreams that can't been reach.
Cyan sky,
And cyan ocean
Can't seem to hear your voice,
But they'll cries,
For those who's lost in the dept of sadness.
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