I take the punches you lash out at life's anger. We are not strangers to this you and I. Is it me your really always angry at or is it the memory of something past. I sit in silence waiting for your voice to pierce the loneliness of forgotten yesterday. At each moment you call my name I become frightened. Is it my turn to become forgotten. I wipe my brow and thank heaven for a chance of tomorrow. Is it my turn to be loved I ask or has my dream faded to a memory forgotten. I seek counsel in the hall that houses the heart that I hold dear. It is inside of you thats what matters as long as it stays empty so am I. Your fears recreated by a lonely tomorrow and your anger wills it into creation. I would be the one to suffer your fears for your better tomorrow. I will be the one to comfort you when all seems lost. Only to show you what you were looking for is inside of me. Love that does not fail. It is unbound and tempered to fill your heart. I have but one love and it shares your name.Please take my hand so I can show you a life of better tomorrow and together we can throw away the pains of yesterday.
