What of this guy
who stands so far away
with secrets as deep as my own
is it to turn to a happy place
or burn with sorrow
there is no distinguished grace
no flawless perfection
he holds to his shadow
unseen to all but those so close
how is it that I can see
his pain the walls standing unscathed
tough past the hidden
its presence is known
as is mine to some
in certain ways
shall he show the gate
or become my worst nightmare
relived to the fullest
could it be time for the two
to live as no less than one
to stand together
as the gates come crumbling down
or is it time once more
to fly away
a single bird lost from the flock
shall it be another strength
or another time to just fly solo
