What am i but flesh and bones
tied into a world of mistrust
unable to speak a word to the
one your willing to die for
to change myself would only
lead to death
if i were to sell out my soul
to the unseen god and speak
in a rhythm you would understand
would you be able heal sore
flesh
would you be able to feel
thoughts in another's mind
of love and fear
or just simply understand
to change myself would only
separate your voice from mine
and lead you back to this
angel i will never compare to
hope is far out of site and i
have come to realize trust is
just like a promise it never
has a chance to start
it falls apart the moment they say
trust me
