Such beautiful majesty my eyes behold
each time I see her beauty unfold;
Whenever she appears, gold as the stars,
I know I'd leap in front of a thousand cars
if it meant I could save her from harm.
Alack, my love is tainted, darkened by my sins
Forever feeling I could never win.
I love her too much, hating myself as such
That's why I shrink far back at her touch.
She sees in me all that isn't there
From the truth in my heart to the rose in my hair
And I'm left standing there as she lifts my chin,
Not knowing what is truly within,
Telling me to live again.
I cannot, I could not, I will not
Abandon such a sweet trust
And yet I feel this clot
and now I see the rust.
I am a broken-winged bird, and she a wounded angel
Both sitting on the ground, looking at the sky
But looking up from different angles
As time passes by,
and I know I need to give up my wings
To fix her own,
For I know she needs to fly again,
while I do not.
Here I lay upon the ground,
wings, heart, and love all emptied out
For her
as I will myself to stay and rot. |