When the world makes perfect sense forming patterns in the flowers
that entertwine through the tangles of the vines of higher powers.
When all seems stable and endurable as we walk out into the light
that surrrounds us like the wings that seem holy and divinely right.
Then life is perfect, free from the shadows of pain, awake in the morn'
Why, in all this do we still find the thorns?
She dreamed the dream that girls have when they believe that they will
become Queen.
To rule with beauty, grace and the justice of all those who wish to be free
only to find that instead of roses, your truths are like the thorns that grow
inbetween.
Are we but spiders weaving our webs of deciept? Are we but conniving asps
biting our backs in a vain glorious attempt to hold onto ideals we never can
fully grasp?
She found that her power was only to dance on the ends of the puppet's strings
like a sad marionette moves to whim of the words her master want her to sing.
He dreamed of glory and the fortune that comes hand in hand with fame,
he believed that his might made all that he had done just and right
he believed that the Church would give hime identity, a holy name
he believed in so many things that turned out to little more than lies
whispered among friends and enemies like secret lovers lost in the night.
In the end, there was only pain at the failure of his word, his eternal shame
In the end, there was little else to do but look into the abyss, endure the
scorn.
You see, he forgot to look for the sorrow that comes when you stop looking for
the thorns.
The Knight falls, the moon fails, love, truth, freedom ending in this our tragedy
was any of it meant to become real, was it not all meant to be?
was there ever hope that we would change the world for a brighter day?
was there actually a chance we could succeed in any other kind of way?
was there a prayer for love amidst the ruin of ashes, tattered and torn
Will this be our legacy, as we find we live between the roses and the thorns?
Look now for another path that lies like the Sun in the east
wait for the change to come, wait for the coming of the Beast.
that entertwine through the tangles of the vines of higher powers.
When all seems stable and endurable as we walk out into the light
that surrrounds us like the wings that seem holy and divinely right.
Then life is perfect, free from the shadows of pain, awake in the morn'
Why, in all this do we still find the thorns?
She dreamed the dream that girls have when they believe that they will
become Queen.
To rule with beauty, grace and the justice of all those who wish to be free
only to find that instead of roses, your truths are like the thorns that grow
inbetween.
Are we but spiders weaving our webs of deciept? Are we but conniving asps
biting our backs in a vain glorious attempt to hold onto ideals we never can
fully grasp?
She found that her power was only to dance on the ends of the puppet's strings
like a sad marionette moves to whim of the words her master want her to sing.
He dreamed of glory and the fortune that comes hand in hand with fame,
he believed that his might made all that he had done just and right
he believed that the Church would give hime identity, a holy name
he believed in so many things that turned out to little more than lies
whispered among friends and enemies like secret lovers lost in the night.
In the end, there was only pain at the failure of his word, his eternal shame
In the end, there was little else to do but look into the abyss, endure the
scorn.
You see, he forgot to look for the sorrow that comes when you stop looking for
the thorns.
The Knight falls, the moon fails, love, truth, freedom ending in this our tragedy
was any of it meant to become real, was it not all meant to be?
was there ever hope that we would change the world for a brighter day?
was there actually a chance we could succeed in any other kind of way?
was there a prayer for love amidst the ruin of ashes, tattered and torn
Will this be our legacy, as we find we live between the roses and the thorns?
Look now for another path that lies like the Sun in the east
wait for the change to come, wait for the coming of the Beast.
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