The Grand Celebration - Autumn Tears
See the bird and it's opulent beauty
It asks not for love
It asks not for pity
Yet mine eyes do betray me
For the feathers hath fallen
The bird is no longer
A child in it's place
Her face Her face
A muse of stone and mirrors
Concealed beneath the veil of a smile
Within her hand
I can see the shimmer
The steel that screams
To taste my flesh
To unbind and unshackle me
Once and forever
I am nothing again I unravel
I dissolve I remember
The image is fading
These eyes cannot see
We pray for their mercy
We pray to be free
The sky is my painting
My tears are the rain
I open these wings
And feel no more pain
