Beginning.
Finally, Someplace to breath.
Where wings can spread to soar,
And there is no longer that sick lingering..
Fear of heartache.

Middle.
Things aren't as cozy as before,
But the love is still fresh,
Still bruised, battered, abused.
And there is alot less flight,
No longer soaring but I Haven't fallen yet.
Fear of heartache, The knowledge it's coming my way.

End.
The place once called a sanctuary
(Sanctuary of our love)
Where winged angels could go free one more
(Now if you spread your wings you get burned)
I fell too hard too fast.
(The abusing comfort of your control)
Fear of heartache,
Hitting me,
Like a Sledgehammer
RIGHT IN THE CHEST.