Sun Moon Star

There's no looking back and don't ever look down

Is the only advice that I ever have found

That's justified each day with each breath that we take

While we're dying each day from decisions we make

Angels brave the dying years lost can't be retrieved

Regret, a constant, mourning

For those surrounding me you're not getting older

You're just getting old. My youth is wearing off.

Better to have loved and lost

Praying hands are tied

I look up to an angel's cry, if the roses don't bloom

this time

I'm bleeding their red petals dew off the dead

My pulse beats the blood of the undead.