My heart Imprisoned in reason Fluttering Like a butterfly Entangled In dreams and memories It prays To the one who commands it To come free it In exchange For a life time of service
The heart is weird. In your service it finds its calling.
I don't know who I am They tell me I am fire I don't quite agree I think I might be a lamp That burns with all its might Not that the winds aren't cruel And the sun doesn't shine It's magnificent light on me But its in the dark night That I keep burning And it is the travellers In search of their self And the madness in their eyes That keeps me going
It took me seven years to realise the words in my mind were too deep for my mouth to dig up I thought it was easier to open my skin and let the truth pour down my arms
It took me seven years to realise nobody should be allowed to touch parts of your home or hold pieces of your heart that you don't yet understand
It took me seven years to realise I will wear these scars forever I'll carry them through every smile every kiss every concerned gaze I'll carry them to my grave
It took me seven years to realise the pain carved into the walls of my castle etchings of attempting to disappear are not a story of weakness but a tale of how I survived