FALLEN

Can you see the beauty

of what used to be

The beauty of the Fallen,

the Fallen family-tree..

Can you find some colour,

anything in this dirt

beside the broken naked roots,

protruding from the earth

When your eyes can't stop cleaning themselves

reflecting your loss and pain

Will there be any beauty left,

will it look the same...

Are you able to FEEL it,

in this bleak mess that is now

In this fog so thick and damp

or are you wondering how...

In your darkest of moments

in the deep hollows of fear,

can you still find that beauty?

Could it be very near?

Or will you let it haunt you

this image that comes at night.

Will you let it become a new dark friend

always at your side...

So cán you seé the beauty

can you FEEL and SEE...

Through the pain

Behind the tears

What it used to be...

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