The view belongs to everyone

I ride the winds that implode, begging to the moon for the sun to come soon.
As always patient, i stare at forever while flowers choke with the taste of your speech.
Mutting everlong.

I was clay...

We loved but love never came and now we hide our hearts in shame.
Nothing I have ever dreamed, nothing as it seemed.
To become an eternal monument of regret, i forgive and forget.

I'm sorry if there's no turning back...

In bloom of the end, infinite understand?
Nothing yet. Lips bounded till death.

But i howl at the darkeness with hope. The sound will carry this spark to the light of beyond.
I've been labeled property of an angel.

God is love. Do you believe?