The rooms are filled with lost hope
And our days are filled with droplets from the sky
We can’t tell the difference between angels’ tears and rain drops
The lights in between the walls burn out like our life story
It goes to show we’re nothing but forgotten faces
The scattered haloes across the floor
Spell out the victim’s last words they never had the chance to say
The temperature in the room drops with every word
So treat every word as if it was your last
Never hold in what you’ve always wanted to say
I hear the children crying in the back room
They’re yelling their parent’s name to destroy silence
At the receiving end there is no on there to return their calls
Eventually the sound of sirens drown out their voices
The hallways are covered in pieces of paper
With the names of childhood heroes never to come home again
From the windows you can see their faces
They look up into the sky and think to themselves
What is Heaven like?
Heaven’s a dream that you never thought would come true but did
Strap these wings to your back and have your dreams come true
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