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Reaching for the demon’s hand
Was it a fear the angels had left you behind,
That made you reach for the demon’s hand?
Was it the doubt that you weren’t worth the light,
That made you retreat into the shadows?
Was it the worry idea your song wouldn’t be heard,
That made you take a vow of silence?
Was it the terror of being left alone,
That made you accept the demon’s touch?
Was it dread the angels wouldn’t call your name
That has made you invisible.
Was it the trauma of childhood,
That made you old before your time?