Painted wings


Music box fantasies dancing before our very eyes
Sentimental remedies offered for scars
Everything changes, everything falls
Time the air that fuels our existence
I don’t want to be afraid anymore 
If I rise, I rise. If I lose, I lose 
As long as night and day comes and goes
I’ll continue to fly on painted wings

Welcome to February everyone.

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