Silverinna Annastasia Biography

I seen angels' cry, angels' die, angels' fallen down.
I seen a few here, a few there, but never in town.
Until I saw you, you're coming through, you're smiling at me.
Now I know, it's not for show, now I truly see.
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Who am I meant to be?
What am I suppose to see?
When I look in a mirror I see a blur.
How do I get rid of this thing that stirs?
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He turns away, and I cry.
I run to him, yes I try.
He leaves me alone with a shard in my heart.
This man has torn me apart.
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I see the angels take him away, take away his soul.
Gone. Forever he is gone. No longer will I his smiling, child-like face, no longer will I hear his contagious laughter, no longer will I feel his small child hand within mine.
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You were born without a mother,
You were born with a cruel older brother
If it could change,
Would you change it?
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