Shattered minds, tortured hearts,
I have seen them in my loved ones.
Their joy being burned at the stake,
The only thing left on their mind is to run.
Gentle soul, lend me your ears,
Give me your heart, share with me your sight.
I would take hold of all of your pain,
And reverse the wrongs in your life to the right.
Now, allow me to search within your soul,
Let me fill that unbearable emptiness.
Hand me the charred remains of your joy,
Allow me to reform it to pristine happiness.
For your happiness, I'd trade my joy,
For your unending love, I'd shine a light.
Most importantly, most certainly,
For your safety and soul, I'd give up my life.
Risking everything to keep you safe,
That is my goal, my mission.
I'm not requesting this, my beloved friend,
I am not asking your permission.
My friend, live for me.
· Thu Oct 21, 2010 @ 07:48am · 0 Comments