If what I thought was the truth,
Turned out to be a lie,
Perhaps I would be filled with anguish,
But to my eyes,
I would be part of something great,
That I would never turn away,
And when my life turns cold to night,
It would again then dawn to day,
As I would seek the pain inside,
I would finally then be healed,
Because I’d see the light,
And the warmth of it I’d feel,
My hands are bruised and blooded,
From trying so hard to help,
My heart turned cold to nothing,
When I knew that it should melt,
But no ones here to help,
They watch and walk away,
And whiles they pry into my life,
They’re blind to my own pain,
I know that deep inside me that,
My adventure had just start,
But as I keep on pressing forwards,
Does sink my empty heart,
Too much time had flow by,
That they neglect to see,
The hero that they seem to think,
Is actually just me,
I feel I’m held in unseen arms,
Away from pain and fear,
When I do cry it wipes away,
On my face my lingered tears,
No one else will comfort me,
But when I think of you,
It helps me get away from things,
That I’m sure you think of too.