Surrounded by mortal ghosts
With their unforgiving glare...

Torn between two who fight for one.
Torn between love and want...

I stand before you naked, can't you see?
I am covered in cuts, scars, and bruises...

Is it all worth it
The overwhelming feelings...

Your words are pure
Honest and open as a book...

Walking away trying not to cry
You know the pain I went through...

Every waking moment I feel him
In my head hearing every thought...

He comes to me at night
In the darkness and mist...

What you see cannot be real
Blind to life, nothing to feel...

From the ashes of loss and sadness
Comes the most beautiful gift of all...