We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence
my soul has abandoned my body in this dark gaze of ungodliness
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
If I were your knight I would have armor of gold and surrender my heart
The most beautiful song I’ve ever heard is the sound of sighs
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
Whispers Intimate whispers sighs from within are
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs
I hear an angel in poetic dreams sounds of love from the heart she sings
She lost her innocence’s to the dark side of life in her room all alone
the tale of lost feelings that once held dreams holds none
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you