• Blue eyes open to see the sun
    Large and innocent does it reflect
    The child of an Angel
    Her wings soft as velvet

    Skin like porcelin
    Hair of gold and sun
    She giggles with laughter
    As she grows her

    White wings spread and sore
    She is queen of the skies.
    Nothing can touch her
    In her mind

    Lilies of a virgin is she blessed
    Only does not know why
    Her love is not growing to beat
    Her love is lost in darkness somewhere

    Her days living into the sun
    She can't help but miss
    A love she could never have
    Though she knew that love will never be her's

    The same year is he born
    Red glowing eyes
    Silver messy hair
    Black Raven wings corse

    He looks up at the sky with hope
    A soft feather falls down
    He smiles softly at it
    Oh how he wishes to be just as pure

    A love that grows in his heart watching
    The girl never sees the man who loves her
    He hides in the shadows
    Wishing he could tell her

    How much the girl means to him
    How pure and untainted
    His red and black hands shall never touche her
    To stain such purity with hatred? No

    He will watch her from afar
    He will forever love her from afar.
    A secret vow that no one shall know.
    Till his own end will he be her's