Some say it happened long ago
An irish boy lost his soul
He tried to find it in every bottle
But each night he became more hollow
Then one night in a forgotten bar
A creature flew from very far
An angel bright like northern light
Thought the boy was worth a try
“I can point the road you seek
But you’ll walk it with your own feet
And you might just have a chance
To regain your soul and leave this trance”
So the boy got up and said:
“I don’t think you understand
I don’t want a new soul
Just the one that left a hole”
So the angel sat and thought
Aided by a drink that he bought
Though he could not understand
He became more curious of this land
“So boy, this I’ll say
In your land I’d like to stay
In human flesh just like yours
To learn some more about your cause”
So the angel began to breath
And felt the pulse that lied beneath
His skin soon felt the cold
And now he also could get old
So it passed a year and a day
And the time became to turn away
From the human life he began to taste
Which he began a whole lot late
“Though I feel the lonely cold
I also feel the lovely warmth
And I must say your kind is blessed
´Cause there’s one pain that is the best”
“What do you mean?” said the boy
“How could pain be of joy?
How could you want a soul
If it’s so hard to make it whole?”
“So my boy, this I’ll say
You don’t have to look far away
Search deep inside your thoughts
And the memories you forgot”
“The ones that loved and went away
Are the ones that always stay
They leave a scar and mark your heart
In a way that’ll never part”
“What composes you, can’t you see
Are these experiences that could be
Both filled with pain and love
Unexisting in the world above”
“I envy that I’ll never be
Fragmented like how you flee
For that sensation gives the urge
To an evergoing human search”
“Now I leave to Eden land
With joy once felt in my hand
And carry the love I once felt
And urge the pain that can’t be held”
As the angel flew away
The boy began another day
Through a drink a thought he had:
“Love and pain are not all that bad”
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