The seraphim fall to their chilled depths,
White and bright in the tunnel I forget,
Forget about my woes, in their throes,
Their last dying moments.
It is almost like a dream today,
I dreamt that I once felt ugly,
I dreamt that I was once pain.
Walking through the parks gazing,
Grazing on the parted skies there.
Skies that usher me to pleasure,
Skies that usher me into the Heavens.
I was born with sorrow in my heart,
Born to explore the dark,
Born to explore and laugh.
