Would it ever be the same
Would I comfort you again
From the realm of blackened wings
From the pain you feel within
You stop the world for a while
The weight upon your shoulders scraping off
Reflective eyes of a child
And the creatures stretch their arms
Would it ever be the same
Would I comfort you again
To the sting that makes you real
Always fear their inner dreams?
We've lost control of what is real
Only children learn to breathe