She has my past, my surrender
She always crossed my path, I remember
With angels hair, her lamentations
And songs glowed at night
I lose myself in the crowd
Awakened in her dance I am still
Misty in her youth march I am
She regrets her grace
She hides under her crimes
No longer see with her eyes
And she can no longer fly
I just see this
I falol in temptation
And in ascending creation
I see her own degradation
I just see this
