Surrounded by mortal ghosts
With their unforgiving glare...
Your words are pure
Honest and open as a book...
He comes to me at night
In the darkness and mist...
Every waking moment I feel him
In my head hearing every thought...
Walking away trying not to cry
You know the pain I went through...
What you see cannot be real
Blind to life, nothing to feel...
Is it all worth it
The overwhelming feelings...
I stand before you naked, can't you see?
I am covered in cuts, scars, and bruises...
Torn between two who fight for one.
Torn between love and want...
From the ashes of loss and sadness
Comes the most beautiful gift of all...