Does love hold true to the cause of living,
bringing worlds to their knees in flames so bold.
Tempted beyond reasoning portrayed by guilt,
falsely accusing the worthy for the unjust.
Hanging onto the light stringing me along,
songs in Lyric’s mind so beautiful.
Heart crying out for this end to subside,
beneath of the waves is a home my soul has made.
Tested past the realm of desire I fall sway to your hold,
letting me know who I was always meant to be.
In light and shadows the same end is near,
to wake up as one in endless tides breaking shores.
Kissed by devils angels fall under the guise of the pure,
blessings mistaken for curses untold magic letting go.
In a circle forged in the flames five points arise,
burning love into the wicked with all fantasies forsaken.
Light becomes the darkness, heaven becomes hell,
all dreams turn inside out breaking minds.
Fingers slip, letting loose, falling away,
wings give out under the pressure of life.
Yelling painful thoughts hurting eyes deaf,
unable to feel who I am without you I cry.
Left out in the cold as winter blends into spring,
the leaves in my heart grow into this tree of life and love.
Who am I to question this path to your heart?
Johnny Newell
bringing worlds to their knees in flames so bold.
Tempted beyond reasoning portrayed by guilt,
falsely accusing the worthy for the unjust.
Hanging onto the light stringing me along,
songs in Lyric’s mind so beautiful.
Heart crying out for this end to subside,
beneath of the waves is a home my soul has made.
Tested past the realm of desire I fall sway to your hold,
letting me know who I was always meant to be.
In light and shadows the same end is near,
to wake up as one in endless tides breaking shores.
Kissed by devils angels fall under the guise of the pure,
blessings mistaken for curses untold magic letting go.
In a circle forged in the flames five points arise,
burning love into the wicked with all fantasies forsaken.
Light becomes the darkness, heaven becomes hell,
all dreams turn inside out breaking minds.
Fingers slip, letting loose, falling away,
wings give out under the pressure of life.
Yelling painful thoughts hurting eyes deaf,
unable to feel who I am without you I cry.
Left out in the cold as winter blends into spring,
the leaves in my heart grow into this tree of life and love.
Who am I to question this path to your heart?
Johnny Newell
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