His Perfect LoveWarm me with your ice embrace
Wake me with your lifeless Gaze
My beautiful china doll
Breathe Life through porcelain lips
My little china doll
Who doesn't speak at all
Needs no words or voice to call
And who would listen, anyway?
Her eyes are like a frozen ocean
And she never ever cries
A listless gaze void of emotion
Overlooking countless lies
To Win His SmileCharity wasn't so pretty
As the flowers she often gave.
And her dull gray eyes weren't the lovely
Blue color of the sky at which she gazed.
She wanted to win His smile
But knew no smile would come from
Eyes of cold steel,
Not blue like the sky.
And hair spun from iron,
Not angels' silk.
Charity wished for the Sun
To kiss her with rays of light
So her eyes would be bright
Or maybe for the moon
To beam down rays of milk
So her hair were soft as silk
But her eyes were dull,
And her face was plain.
So she gave Him her Heart
And he smiled.
WingsAscend with me, angel.
Fear not for your torn wings.
I'll give you a wing
Gladly, and we will
Fly together as one
Towards the sun.
Fly with me, angel.
I won't go alone to heaven.
Please don't fall farther,
My angel, whose wings were torn away.
I will give you a wing
Upon a Bed of RosesIn euphoric dream she lies
Thorns tearing her heart and flesh
Laughs and smiles as she cries
While the scent of roses is fresh
In a bitter ecstasy, her eyes close
Lamenting, reveling the path she chose
A path of roses, and a path of thorns
While looming darkness above her warns
Writhing, gasping for the scent
Her eyes opened, her world clear
She wonders where the roses went
Bliss darkens and turns to fear
Thorns grow, curl, and bind her tight
Breaking her spirit day and night
She could break free if she so chose
But instead she waits for another rose