Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Amy

You ran so quick
So we could learn to fly
Sang so loud
You raised a piano from the dead
Your hell was here
Stuck between demons
And now you are a gospel
With so much life in your death
You are the angel
That learned to fly so early
It broke it's wings
And now we are all masters
The beat is not the same
Your voice is missing
And your shadow lingers in our hearts
For you sang our hearts out


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