Shining

The diamond in my hands
With all it's bright of colours.
The value of your destiny
As blurred as it's shine.
There are so many lands,
There are so many countries
To tell the vision they have
Like it's your own mind.

One have no dream.
One have no zeal.
One have no hope to live with.
How can one believe in luxury.

Now it's your turn to
Rise.
Fallen angel, rise
Just for this repulse,
Trying to recognize
The religion.
Shine.
Fallen angel, shine
Through the space and time,
Cause there is no crime
In your decision.

The diamond in my hands
With all it's sides of power,
With all it's beauty borned and realized in the mind.
There is so much one pays
For belief in the greater and the higher,
for inner trusting angels, when there is no one like 'em around.

We're without dream.
We're without zeal.
We're without hope to live with.
No one would believe in luxury.

And it's your side to
Rise.
Fallen angel, rise
Just for this repulse,
Trying to recognize
The religion.
Shine.
Fallen angel, shine
Through the space and time,
Cause there is no crime
In your decision.

29 сентябрь 2013