Evil twin has locked me up
I call but no reply
And all the thoughts I’ve had before
Throw tears into my eyes

So shoot me out into the night
Before my chance to cry
And clean my blood drops off your floor
As I scatter across the sky

And all the stars will call your name
As I prepare to die
But you call back and wings appear
Aimed at you I fly

© 10/28/1996
William Grant Preston

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