Treasuring the edge of innocence pushing through
I paint my perfect image that's in me of you
We're different angles, you the flying, me the fallen
So high you can hear me calling
Too far down to hear anything but a silent fear
The thing that eats me alive while shedding tears
I look to you to cover me with your gold wings
Your heart bandages mine with what brings
Myself: I choose to forget and delay
I hold every breath with what you say
Starving to fly, you are there to pick me up
Soaring me through happiness just before I erupt
For someone to want their own heart beat to demise
It take a flying angle to realize
Ones own beat is precious in ever way
Such kindness is too rewarding with much radiance
I am alive, not just because of you, but for my compliance.
