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Created on: November 24, 2010
SOULS IN THE BEYOND
The scars of war and heartache wash away like clear blue raindrops down her thighs
And as Medusa tames ophidian, drops of light pour down from clearer skies
Because we all want something beautiful, something sacred and divine
And as the sadness washed away, she suddenly became beautiful in his eyes
So dance into the twilight morning, hold onto loveliness but don't forget your scars
Live fully in each moment loving, and on the darkest nights gaze deeply to the stars
The world is a battlefield of hate and love, of those who want and those who are
Struggle the nature of the beast, some living disillusioned, others following their hearts
In dreams his soul wanders through Valhalla, hers guides the lonely, dead and lost
And in the labyrinth of her darkness dreaming, her lovers voice still echoes in the fog
No matter the distance of his mind or body, her soul will never be far gone
No matter the carnage of the battlefields, their hearts will always beat as one
Theirs are hearts that beat so strong they echo beyond life and death and time
Even bloody, broken, bruised and maimed he is still beautiful in her eyes
Soldiers of fate and lovers of beauty that bleeds beyond where light will shine
She'll live and die to remain by his side, the winds of fate woven soul mates, intertwined
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