Welcoming arms
Holding you at arm’s length.

I’m so far away
If I could run forever
I’d not make halfway

I’d like to be able
To be weak with you
But, could you just trust
Me to be strong
When it counts

Deaden your nerves, steel your eyes,
Let this apathy be your guise
You know what is right
But you haven’t the might,
So let all, fall,
Into its own night.
Have not a care,
Be not aware
Let them borrow your
despair

The victim in me is dead
But with the blood he’s bled
And the steps he’s tread
And the things they’ve said
Who is he now instead?

The grief from the death of things yet to be,
Weighs more heavily than the passing of things that were