Every moment you refuse to hold me
My heart bows beneath my sorrow
While I burn in the fire I had to borrow
From Hell’s Gates and beneath a sea
Of tortured souls and ruined minds
I learn the things you never told
The heart who dared to be bold
And reached out in darkness only to find
A broken bird with a vicious beak
And a inborn desire to break the weak
Who are captured with simple chemistry
But are broken because of their deep empathy
With the pain you hold so dear
And the boundaries that remain unclear
Yet you will suffer most of all
For I have learned, at last, to stand truly tall
And that has made all the difference