There through the screams on the cerulean winds
He thought he heard his siren's call
Another drunken mariner's tale to tell...
And on this lurching ship on sick serpent seas
dark shadows grow longer and pull him to his knees
A forced gaze skyward
Where beauty never failed to fade
And lifeblood spills like captured whispers
Snapping on the heels of a hurricane
Within the ghost land of her breaking heart
There's no place he would rather be
As beautiful paper angels rain into the sea
Surrounded and coveted
And walking through fire
May
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