Painted wings — As Told By Silia

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 […]

via Painted wings — As Told By Silia

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