Broken glass upon the floor,
Shattered dreams that can not soar,
Scathed wings unable to fly,
Immortal life unable to die.
False names painted upon the bricks,
Night makes them one in the mix,
Moonlight slices the shadows in the tracks,
As their darkness retreats through the cracks,
A grave of memories without stones,
The Ghosts of regrets walking alone,
Distorted reflections through vague visions,
Direction found only through pure intuition,
Dreams of magic taken from the stars above,
Whispers given to them in wishes of love,
The wind plays for the angels to sing,
A song of a crown that had lost its king.

Her fire couldn’t melt the ice that kept him cold,
For he knew no difference among love and gold,
All he had was all he could take,
All she had was what she could make,
She gave him her hearts possessions,
Yet he gave her empty confessions,
She tried to keep him from his own war,
But his was a sickness she couldn’t cure,
She was fooled by her confidence in his heart,
His deceptions watched her world fall apart,
She was the solider fighting for him,
For in his cowardice he wouldn’t win,
Then one day she would finally see,
What she saw in him he couldn’t be,
She was his mask and she was his weapon,
She was his lie and his deception,
He was her strength and he was her weakness,
He was a hope in a life he made meaningless,
She swallowed her heart and confusion,
Looked through his eyes and found a resolution,
The caged bird sings for it can not fly,
For within those bars its heart may die,
It wants to know more than bars of steel,
It wants learn it wants to feel,
It wants to live it wants to breathe,
It wants to fly it wants to be.