Little Wings
She's been down this road
A hundred times or more
In disguise, no compromise
The queen of the damned, this I know
She's been here before
Walked right through my door
In disguise, with blood red eyes
Spread your wings and fly
Who are you, now this time
All these pretty things
Held in your little wings
Fly like your father sings
There's no time for you
Burn the oil so true
In her eyes, inside there lies
The queen of the damned this I know
And I, know you
Will be right here
Holding them near
Without fear
Writer/s: Benjamin Mullins
