If loves' wings had been torn apart,
And had fallen to the ground,
Our life would be over,
And we'd live with the pain of not knowing,
And the denial clearly showing.
And If only,
If only,
It's wings stick together,
And the hearts of two souls,
Could unite for the better,
Weather It be heaven or hell,
We'd at least see,
That only the pain ceases,
And the love repairs,
Once we hold our hands,
And share our two wings,
And fly, fly far away,
Into the lost hexes of the mid-nights' glare,
We'd live once again love,
We'd live once again.
If loves' wings had been torn apart.
