I've found my muse and it is you. I've found it in the pain and the solace that I seek from it. I have found my muse in all the lies that have, by chance graced my ears, whispered words and your soulful tears.
I have my inspiration to write, to sing, to think... and I owe it to the devils of my past. I owe it all to the ones who tried to break me, my heart, my friends, and their hearts; I owe it to the ones who shunned me, who left me all alone to fight the unfair battles of life. I owe it to the wolves who hid in sheeps clothing, but never hid themselves well. I owe it to the very clever Angels of Hell.
I thank thee wolves, devils, goblins and Angels you see, because one may be the servant of Heaven but they are evil with the other three.
I have my inspiration to write, to sing, to think... and I owe it to the devils of my past. I owe it all to the ones who tried to break me, my heart, my friends, and their hearts; I owe it to the ones who shunned me, who left me all alone to fight the unfair battles of life. I owe it to the wolves who hid in sheeps clothing, but never hid themselves well. I owe it to the very clever Angels of Hell.
I thank thee wolves, devils, goblins and Angels you see, because one may be the servant of Heaven but they are evil with the other three.
