Nyankoku na Nyannko no Thesis - Yoko Takahashi

Uh oh Looks like this one's on her own Looks like It's been a year alone and There's so much she doesn't know yet And now since this new enclosure Is her self made home, her way of doing things is Changing She spends So much time chasing the ends of creed that Were cut by needed progress But got loosened in the process She ruminates On the fear that some day Something old will override the thirst for new faith Well sure she hasn't got it down yet And sure there's room for regret However every day she's noticed Something that approaches Forward momentum In ways she's only dreamt of So of all the ways her heart is on the move Here's a selection picked for you

Just as angels embrace heavenly cruelty Young boy, step forth and become legendary I feel a wind from the skies Is pounding inside of the door of my heart Though we stand far apart I can see in your eyes, the smile you wear is not a lie Although you feel in your soul You're hoping for something to grasp and to hold The future you seek, be it bright or too bleak You're far too kind-hearted to see Soon you will find that your wings are behind you And that they were there all along And I believe that one day they will guide you And carry you swiftly and strong Now, the thesis of a cruel angel, flying high One day soon, soaring through a window in the sky Burning brightly, unsightly pathos in the night Trust your memories or sorrow will befall you Seize the sky, find the universe's boundary Young boy, step forth and become legendary Cradled, and burrowing deep The warmth of my love keeps you safely to dream When the morning is nigh, and the sun starts to rise An angel will visit in your sleep Silver light from the moon, it shines Distinguishing the graceful slope of your neck And if I were divine, and if I could stop time I would so you'd stay by my side But I suspect that there must be a reason That we have been fated to meet And if it's true then I'll be here beside you A "bible" to always guide you Now the thesis of a cruel angel, flying high Heralding sorrow pouring from the morning sky Don't despair, I'm aware that life just isn't fair Let your dreams shape the world that you will lay bare You shine brighter and lighter than a sunny beam Young boy, step forth and become legendary Weavers of love are the dreamers who spin up The tapestry of history I'm not a goddess, no apotheosis But even so, I'll muddle through Now, the thesis of a cruel angel, flying high One day soon, soaring through a window in the sky Burning brightly, unsightly pathos in the night Trust your memories or sorrow will befall you Seize the sky, find the universe's boundary Young boy, step forth and become legendary