Alone again,left untrue,
sometimes I wished I'd stayed with you.
or that there'd been no one at all.
to be alone,not fly or fall.
Not to believe I'd found the one.
then feel the shock of all the guns,
telling me I'm wrong again,
the pain alarming me to run,
run from what I truly need
to not be held down,to be free.
free from death and ignorance,
of peoples minds that are too dense,
to dense to know I'm weak but strong,
strong to live
but weak to run.
run from what i can still change
to live alone is now my mace,
my mace to fight what i have done,
to learn from pain,and not to run.
so now i stand weak from fear,
but not running,waiting here,
for pain to come,to see my face,
i'll stand and fight,and trust my mace.
i stand,stop running,face the guns.
