As I sleep I've fallen into your dreams, I've carried you into pure bliss... Scared little angel why afraid to fly?
When underneath I'm holding you, guiding you into the endless freedom you pray to blend.
When once your pain was hung on display, I'd never hurt you that way, when no one is perfect here but your love of life is in the clear.
Seen your light burning through the fog, they were so wrong to their cast stones... When inside their shame was of hell named.
Always the ones hiding and blending keeping their shame away, but the darkness reflects when loose lips sink ship.
Couldn't hold asunder even float your simplest water wave, it was wrong for sinners to try to mark your name.
When anyone with true eyes could see, understand the pain you blinked, the rain you prayed and in soul of darkness removed.
When no one is perfect here, for you to finally fly is ok... When with their on faults have hung themselves up for display.
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