Scion of the DragonPhoenix
Ellettsville, IN
Biography
On high as the angels sing but where are my wings? Explode in golden feathers bathed in soft starlight Luminescent in the darkness of the night Oh sacred heart these wings were never made to fly
On high as the angels sing but where are my wings? Explode in golden feathers bathed in soft starlight Luminescent in the darkness of the night Oh sacred heart these wings were never made to fly
