Sides

Listening to the wind,
Watching the petals fall like snow.
Wondering if it might have been a different show.

Looking at life threw someone elses eyes
its like loosening all of your ties.

Ties to people, ties to this world,
Ties to somewhere that i never understood.

I do not belong in this life,
something that i have had to fight.
Nowhere near is my purpose found,
because of this life i am truly bound.

It is my lifes stake
To understand if its a demon or angels
life that i am to make.

The battle of good and evil is my wage
To no longer know is my lifes one mistake.

My wings are hidden from all who see,
But inside me, they are spreading free.

Are they washed white with snow,
Or are they the darkest black from my own cold.

This is my quest to battle alone,
because no one else could possibly know,
that what it feels like to bare this within my bones.