On That Summer And Winter Day…

The Fallen Return Pure
Wind that blows through the leaves,
You can't fall, you can't feel
Things that grow, things the die,
You can't live, you can't lie
You look after all the meek,
See that no darkness leaks
Chaos roams this dreaded earth,
You can't fly back to your hearth
Darkness takes all the souls,
You can't see what the future holds
The world is black, black as night,
And your wings show a pure, pure light
Your heart shows the light of all who fell,
It damns the demons back to hell
The world is pure and whole again,
So you return, away from men

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