Here I am for you,
Naked and alone for you...
Some new, some old
Crisscross like a spider web...
Walking down this darkened hall,
Voices all around me...
I try and I try and I try
To see the reason why...
They whisper a story, in such a soft voice,
You have to stay still and quiet to hear them...
So slowly the wind lazily calls the trees to play,
Shaking their leaves teasingly...
You look at me with eyes so very blue
I think "So Fragile"...
I dry my eyes each night,
Trying to get ready, I don't want to fight...
You never went near them,
Never watched their lights dim...
She stands there on the hill,
Wishing these wounds would seal...
The moon reflected in her eyes,
Hiding the truth behind so many lies...
I look in the mirror,
Cracked, worn, faded...