Mortal Souls
Heaven falls asunder,
Thus our wings spread high,
To the Heavens we try to soar,
But tattered wings we own,
These wings broken,
Can no longer mend,
And our fall from grace,
We turn to mortal hearts,
Us winged slaves,
We see what is given,
Yet not what is known,
With mortals born, flesh and blood,
And another element,
That shall we not own,
An immortal soul,
Pure and tainted,
It is very known,
That mortal hearts,
Know not their mortal souls.
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