• With beats a solid bold
    But wings of blackened gold,
    The heart begins to soar.
    Till nothing can open thy door.

    The gloomy skies come forth,
    Lightning touches the skies.
    The heart soars higher and higher,
    Trying to just hide.

    When the rain begins to pour
    And the Thunder shakes the land,
    We can then realize
    Love can't always have an upper hand.

    So when your at the window,
    Watching those little kids play
    Can you see them smiling?
    Though they may have had a pitiful day?

    Now the light bulbs burst
    And the windows crack,
    Wind fights with your hair
    While your eyes seem to role back.

    With beats of a solid bold
    But wings of the blackened gold,
    The bird begins to soar
    Till the shadows sneak inside.

    Creating the Blackness in the Heart
    From ever sea and land's shore...