These wings are crumblling

August 9, 2008
By Amanda Paige, Kissimmee, FL

Gold Crumbles down on me,
these wings begin to vanish...
My thoughts are shattered by the noise,
My eye's can't make out the mess I've been living...

Open my head,
Open my heart,
let this crumble away
like the wings of an old statue.

I've lived inside of these walls,
living in this disguised hell
afraid of being let free,
Now I can't wait for these walls to come crashing down on me!

Up ahead of you,
that's me,
unafraid,
Never looking back!

Open my head,
Open my heart,
let this crumble away
like the wings of an old statue.



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