a whisper, a spark is there something in the dark a glance, a smile a dance could be worthwhile heart skips, mind races is there something more than faces a requiem for a daydream with a deck devoid of aces
how can I be there for her when noone was there for me how can I teach her things that I have never learned how can I show her love that I have never felt
beautiful things can be built from broken pieces
I'll kiss her boo boo's while hiding my scars fight the monsters under her bed and lock my demons in the closet I'll be the father she needs and never the father I fear
the wind that once ripped root and rock from bare earth has settled to a gentle whisper the waves that once crashed down upon my tiny island threatening my world with inundation are now a placid pale blue mirror finally a spare moment to think finally enough room to breathe i can't help but wonder is the storm finally over or am I only in the center?