The Prophecy\'s Gift

We’re all battered hearts
Pretending to be two people
I never asked anyone for eternity
Pretending to be two people
One hour, one year
Defeat remains a memory
That angel,
The woeful soul in Heaven, a glorious dream

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I’m waiting the rest of my life to reunite with a lost, precious life.