if ever

you don’t

feel

like you have a home,

pull me close,

wrap your arms around me,

rest your head on my chest,

close your eyes,

and feel the warmth of the fireplace

resonating from within my heart.

The world moves in rhyme with the beats of his heart,
Taking shapes of everything that sets his mind apart.
His fingers sway to play the notes of, both, dear life and death.
For his strings were blessed to hold, both, dear peace and mess.
The music in his veins fuels his pain to ignite a flame,
To dawn over his shame, shut madness' claim he's insane.
It's swinging on the walls of every home he's ever had,
That home was never really part of any room or flat.
But dwells inside his lonely guitar a heaven of his own.
The tragedy of the closest thing to home he'd ever known

So I found a place
So I found a place to cry
Why does it hurt?
Why does it hurt to see me die?

I thought you wanted to break me
I thought you loved my pain
Can it be you may,
You may have gone insane?

So I learned my lesson
So I learned to feel
Why isn’t it ever,
Isn’t it ever real?

I thought you wanted to break me
I thought you loved my pain
Can it be you may,
You may have gone insane?

So I placed my heart on a silver plate
Served it with a fork of gold
All I got was shame and hate
But I only wanted to find home

I only wanted to find a soul
Why am I broken to the bones?
I only wanted to find love
Why do you want to break my heart?