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These eyes have seen a falling sky
These ears have heard a dead man's cry
These lips have tasted crystal blood
These feet have tredged through crimson mud
These shoulders carried a sinner's blame;
And this head bourne twice the shame.

My eyes-hazel
My ears- fine
My lips- crimson
My feet - divine
My shoulders- strong
My head- weak

My heart doth dare not ever speak

I am a flower standing tall
I am the fairest of them all
I am no waman, I am no man
I have many thoughts, but not one plan

I drink the air, I eat the grass
I live under Heaven's pass

I have no life I am not dead
I am heavy as a feather, yet light as lead

I speak in rhyme, I sing in verse
I hold the powers to an ancient curse

I cannot live I do not die
My eyes have never learned to cry

I am almighty, I am strong
Yet I grow weak, and I cannot stay for long

So, shall I take my leave
-Now your own story you must weave

But look for my eyes up in the sky
Hear the shrieking dead man's cry
Take a sip from a crystal grail
Follow your own crimson trail
Carry blame's of a sinner's folly
But hold no shame on thy head's trolley

Let yourself fly
Do not waste the day
Be true to yourself
Do not runaway!