my soul released into the wild
a few long years have since gone by
but still a string of pure brigt light
it firmly pulls me to the night

the light is dark for eyes gone bad
from tears and blood and soul gone mad
these madened eyes the truth they see
my soul has wings, they're painted free

I must cut loose of this leech string
before it rips off both my wings
a hatefull tear in a loving heart
your dark bright beacon will be shut