Flying - Lost Wings lyrics

Pure as a mountain stream, Credulous as the unborn child, Strong as thousands of swords, Defenseless as a blind kitten. She flew to the fire of affection, Burning the graceful wings. That was love calling her to the light And made her walk through the darkness. But now she's lying on the ground, And her mighty wings are cut. Between life and d**h, in gloom she's crying, But may be it will be better. But deep purple blood trickles To the snow-white feather, So she never can fly again Even too much believing. And since now she won't dream any more, And she wont believe in the truth. But during the whole life she'll be dying, May be it will be better for her.