She wished for a pair of wings,
but it was too late for them to be useful.
The fall of her soul had begun so long ago,
but back then she hadn’t noticed it.
He had wished for healing,
but he had lost too much blood already.
The wounds on his soul had bled for too long,
all those dark and blind years.
He had wished for a cure,
but the sedative already flowed in his veins.
The venom inside his soul had had it course,
slowly killed his essence and will.
Their wishes was never realized,
just as they never realized it was too late.
If they only had listened to voice of their souls,
they all would have been saved
Himlen är av den vackaste nyans av blå,
något med ljusets brytning var det väl.
Men egentligen är det ju helt ointressant,
det förändrar inte den inneboende skönheten.
Vetenskapen har gjort sina försök om igen,
(ettkommaetthundaarton och allt det där).
Men det är bara en sak som kan uppskatta det,
något lika vackert som den blåa himmlen.
Vår egen himmelsblå själ.
A odd light seeps through the dense clouds
Changing green to emerald and red to crimson.
Everything turns unreal, just a little to beautiful
It feels like an illusion, made of fake and lies.
But still it isn’t without a little pain
I see the beautifying effect slowly subside.
Bringing back everything to it real looks
But to a now faded and dull truth.
In a way it’s like love’s rise and fall
A beautifying effect coming and fading away.
No one had suspected him
he was so caring and full of love.
He had helped everyone
but in the end, everything was a lie.
They had always known him
they had all grown up with him.
The smiling and happy boy
he was loved by everyone.
He had been the steady rock
everyone had relied on him.
When they had had it hard
he had been there for all of them.
But everything was now nothing
he had committed treason to them all.
They had been left there alone
with anger, hate and sorrow.
He had broken the highest law
“Love your neighbor as yourself”.
He had left the world all alone
the world he had helped them live in.