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The hands catch the light, but it only flees.
Eyes are blindfolded by the hope.
Come home, darling. Come home.

What lies behind these walls?.
What miracles are created,
only to be shattered by sweet deceit?.

She never knew, how he searched
for the sanctuary of this frozen heart.
Caged into the deserted room,
these wings of an angel were torn apart.

Pledging for the freedom,
the puppet of the soul is pushed back down.
They offer no escape,
just the chains of obscure sorrow.

What spreads behind these walls?.
Who seeks for this tainted misfit?.
Come home, darling. Come home.
Rescue me from this imprisonment.

Rescue me from my own hollow fear,
as the tears become cold for tonight.