The ending seems to be a new beginning, I've learned how to fly from a Phoenix of course.
With every guiding touch, my heart leaned a little less on that crutch.
Softly spoken words fly high among the birds.
And with them I'll peacefully revel, I've already danced my dance with the devil.
No more bridges to burn the mistakes prove to be an easy lesson to learn.
I'll stick with you my dear, only so long as you don't mind my heart resting here.

I told him that he should watch the effect his words have on people
And when that wasn't enough,
I said to look for his name in my suicide note

In a small world of prevalence, what difference do the words make?
A single breath being it's life, how is it important?
But know this, they are addicting.
To create the bridge of love between two is a beautiful thing.
To have the power to make men cling to their Gods is a alluring gift.
To connect the words in a phrase that's powerful enough to destroy the fears of any is a magnificent gift.
To utter a single sentence so strong that it tickles the ear of God is a divine gift.
Like I said the power of words is addicting.

We all have a beautiful creature inside.
The darkness calls to it.
And the answer we give back scares us.
We retreat back inside but the beautiful creature is satisfied.