Poets Of The Fall - Beautiful Ones

Beautiful Ones: Flies with a broken wing She’s ever so graceful So like an angel But I see, tears flow quietly The struggle she’s seen this spring When nothing comes dancing Paying a handsome fee And still she smiles at me And I can’t take it, No I can’t help but wonder... Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones How do you break a heart of gold Why do we sacrifice our beautiful souls Heroes of tales unsung, untold Sweet as an angel sings She gives though she has none Left but the last one,