Why is it I hold this?
I always watch my back
Afraid someone might rip at my broken wings
Afraid ,still ,that someone may reach in and brake my desperately mended heart
"Don't hurt me again"
I beg the hands that deal the cards of love, no matter how many oppositions I scream
I try to keep up a wall of silver
So others won't see the darkness brewing inside past the reflection of light
Why is it - my smile tends to be so kind?
Why is it - my eyes are so cheary, and arms are so welcoming?
Why is it I always create a warmth needed by others when I just want to hide from their eyes?
Why do I put myself open for pain?
I stand up for the stranger, and let them hurt me
I always end up in to far
I don't want to be the reason for anything
I don't want you to need me
Just as you, the touch of death I know, he darkened these plains and made me wander in the cavernous labyrinths
He made my heart flutter and made every minute feel as if I'm watching my last moments bleed away
He made me realize the light had blinded me from the cruelties that could easily fall upon me at any moment by my peers
Suddenly joy was a train leaving town on a one way trip
Yet I still kept going in fear I would the flicker or spark of something new
Maybe a dim light
I was raised into the mist and fog
I'm at limbo and I don't want to go into the light
It will blind me
Yet I emminate so much and draw not only those from the dark but those from the light who bear the darkness
I am not a shaddy tree to offer protection, yet I willing give up my shade
I am not a choir of dancing flames made to warm your fridged hands, yet I do not oppose when you hold out your hands to long needed warmth
Why do I let others find the need they've been searching for in me?
Why don't I hide it behind cold doors, never to be opened?
I do not want to shine
Do not love me
I am not made for one
Everyone one is searching for this thing I don't mean to hold
Someone will only end up hurt
