We're Our Shadows

It was dark and cold the day he fell from grace.
Like a caged bird he longed for freedom and open skies
His wings clipped and ripped
He fell from Heaven and thrown from Hell
Where he stepped onto our Earth as sorrow
Bloody and broken he became the line
"Thou shalt not steal"

Souls were in our hands
Yet He took mine from me
A graceless saviour of me

And although i was empty

I learned

That if you are not objective 

Misery breeds in selfish lies and tears

So I can thank him

Self-conscious and quiet we became the line

"Thou shalt not make yourself an Idol"

Scarred from use he limped across the seas

Burning and scorching the land

Our hands tainted black

What would we be without knowing what was wrong and what was right?

While Heaven kept our eyes closed like newborn puppies

He let our eyes open to see

Exactly what selfishness and feelings can do

He gave us what Heaven would not

 Freedom

 We are not but descendants of Lilith, and Lucifer, Adam, and Eve

Oh, Christians can be virtuous and pure

Descendants of Adam and Eve

But I wish to be knowledgeable

I cannot by not feeling.

Virtue and pure

No-one can learn that way

Descendants of Lilith and Lucifer

It was dark and cold the day he fell from grace.
Like a caged bird he longed for freedom and open skies
His wings clipped and ripped
He fell from Heaven and thrown from Hell
Where he stepped onto our Earth as sorrow
Bloody and broken he became the line
"Thou shalt not steal"