The closest friends… Will never happen.
Again… Maybe it’s gone forever
She’s started life, the one of Angel
With clarity and new directions
It’s time to let the present rule
And leave the darkness of the past to fade…
Afraid to make mistakes, to stumble
She’s standing on the edge of Dagger
Trying to keep balance between worlds
The one Inhabited by ghastly monsters
And on the other end – The Lost.
Feet are in blood, while she’s still walking…
Towards the future, fixing lights
Along this murky, gloomy boulevard.
To build that steady, structured city
Get rid of dust and dirt on streets
And take a walk, with head up high
Feel that at least for once it’s Right.
A bit of pride, knowing she’s fixed it
With smile and peace in heart
Ready to go through all the pain,
To finally move on,
Taking another step along the endless… Dagger, which represents our lives,
Our fight and struggles,
The game, defining who’ll remain,
And who will fall hard in the void,
Who’s failed, having lost the Balance…