Take a real good look.
Is it so hard to read...

Hands of stone grasp the sword of God.
Crying out in pain and fear...

I can smell the cologne upon your soft neck,
The feel of your fingers upon my skin...

The rain fell upon my face,
as I looked up into his deep brown eyes...

Golden haze.
Beauty untold...

In the locker room, getting ready for the meet,
Put on my gear, can't stand the heat...

Vermilion is the feel of blood, rushing through...
Dusk when the sun sets in the tired evening...

When I see your face
My heart pounds faster...

I looked into the broken mirror
my smile hiding the pain...

Of broken hearts,
and sheltered faith...

You call out to us with horrible names,
like b!tch and b@stard...

I wanted someone to show me they cared,
to tell me how much they loved me...