We feel pain, we feel sore
We are angels no more
When our wings cut off
We are imperfection
This makes us strive for non sympathetic complications 1
No voice that comfort us
No god that heal us
We are humans
We feel pain, we feel sore
We are angels no more 2
We see a delicate face
That makes us embrace
The innocence that ponders in our face
Will now become our disguise and waste
We feel pain, we feel sore
We are angels no more 3
Break the lonesome limits
To our hearts and desires
For dreams that comes alive
Makes us scream in the middle of the night
We feel pain, we feel sore
We are angels no more...4
Author notes
This was a quick inspiration of humans being imperfect.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Perfectly imperfect. I loved this. You did a wonderful job, thanks for sharing and keep up the good work.
Dew
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