Angel of Clear Dust (Dark & Light)

The most personal piece I've written so far. The girl on whom this song is based was my everything and the fact she's now gone has left me in a stat of despair and sadness.

To know what’s in the light I must first live in darkness,
But to know what’s in darkness I must first live in light,
Light shining over in cool summer breeze,
Silent pianos tell me things that please,
Sound is the key to living without emptiness.

People walk by they’re easy to see,
Some with high hopes others wondering who they’ll be,
All wandering in circles unable to see,
The surrounding virtues they all aspire to be.

Simmering beauty, I see her walk by,
An angel of clear dust with no reason why,
She walks to me quiet with dreams of the sky,
A tale of mourn, loss, and despair she tells me,
I share with her mine,
A connection flares and now I know why.

My angel of clear dust,
My beauty of gold,
A sweetheart my cherry,
With her, I can never grow old.

She gallops high in the light,
While marching low in the dark,
A person I can see one with whom I connect,
She’s my one my only I can’t let her go.

My angel of clear dust,
My beauty of gold,
A sweetheart my cherry,
With her, I can never grow old.

A day to remember a time that leaves me dark,
She leaves with dreams of a separated arc,
Ignorant and suddenly throwing connections away,
Changed by a merciless group leading her astray,
Friends of two she listens to what they say,
Her life now perfect her problems cast away,
Leaving me in the dark
For without her mourn there’s no reason for her to let me stay.

I know this place subtle and calm,
A place so perfect like the oceans deep,
Piano melodies bring tears in depressive moods,
Sadness brings the absence of light,
Black moons sit upon dark skies,
Blankets of depression keep one awake,
Darkness opens silent with peace,
A place I can’t escape.

Simple minds know not what I seek,
Outside of light are things unseen,
Vision of my surroundings broken and impaired,
But vision within me so perfect and clear,
The clock ticks and hours draw near,
Silence is golden and so sincere.

Still I seek to bring her back,
My angel of clear dust,
The beauty of gold,
My sweetheart my cherry,
Without her now, I’ve already grown old.
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