Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.
Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Live in virtue, no desire
In the grave, an angel's choir
You look to heaven and wonder why
No one can see them in the sky
Just as the clouds have gone too sleep
Angels can be seen in heaven's keep
Alone in fear th
