The feeling of a warm crimson love
a hand that fits mine like a glove
Colliding with a wild amber spark
fiery flame that ends my dark.

This surge sends me high
too high to say goodbye,
winds move me to and fro
There is nowhere else I long to go

But to my tail there follows a low,
a fall from heaven we go.
even if I survive
Now, how will I ever feel alive?

By grace, living but never more dead
a shell walking her days in endless dread
Dreaming the cloud she’d lay on instead
Yes, fools run where angels fear to tread

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