I will be your lover in the light.
Your safe harbor at night.
When your feeling alone I'll be the one to guide you home.
Follow me with bright eyes,
I'll protect you from the lies.
Let me be the wind beneath your wings, the whispers of hope in your dreams.
I'll be your strength, your confidence.
I'll be yours

You won't want me anymore.
Once you leave it'll close the door.
I'll be left in the cold... My hearts already sold.
My eyes will go dull and yours... Well they'll brighten with me gone.
Each day for you will be new, for me my days will slip into a darker hue.
You'll move on to a better love... I'll stay here... My heart still won.
But go ahead.
Go on to better dreams.... I'll go on being yours, only this time falling apart at the seams.

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.

She seemed to sing a higher pitch. An unobtainable dream.
Even Aphrodite couldn't utter the destructive words she sang.
Beauty called saying "come and chase me" but grace never runs in a race.

The glowing orange under his limbs beckoned.
His fingers twisted and flickered into the darkness, reaching for her.
He wanted her, all of her.
And when he got what he wanted he would disappear.
Disappear like smoke into the night.
Her heart would burn, it would blacken.  
Smoky words would pour from his gorgeous lips.
She'd watch herself melt into him, only to watch their "love" go out with breath she took.
All she wanted was to keep that warmth in her heart.
But all she'd be left with is the taste of smoke on her lips

Have you heard the whispers of my love?  
I sent them to you, my dear.
The trees the bend and bow to the one who so easily conquered my heart.
The wind sighs, never tired of watching a new love grow.
Oh to hear the brook giggle, entertained by the simplicity of love.
Warm rays shine down, tickling my skin, for the sun approves of the match.
So you see my dear, I sent my love.
You only need to watch the world a little closer.

Count the miles home.
Where the pain won't cut to the bone.
You'll find love there, some to ******* care.
Trace the steps from my heart, to the last place you've fallen apart.
Kiss goodbye to yesterday's memories of us....
And count the miles.

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.

I can't find the light it's black tonight.
I'm sinking down, breathing in, all the worlds sin.
I've gone too far, fallen too hard. I've hit the ground with a breaking sound.
I'm too drained, I can't handle this pain.
My wings are broken. I can't fly home.
Through all of this I feel so alone.
Save me.
I can't find the light it's too dark out tonight.

My little world is changing. My irrelevance is showing through.
A different tongue is spoken each day.
Somedays I speak hesitantly, tasting for the candid taste of freedom, only to pull back as the venomous control of others sinks it's rancid teeth into me.
I'll put up a fight but I know that was a finalizing bite.
I've gone from prey to a mere morsel on the plate of a power hungry society.
And just like the others, I'll sink into deaths arms leaving him with nothing left of an old friend but a wilted husk and society can claim they took my last breathe.
A timers been set on my privileges, the decisions I've "made" have been cut into my bone.
Cheating fate is a major heist and I'm still pure, wearing bows in my hair.
Taking a single breathe with a whale ***** corset shrinking on my waist is the optimal sign of having learned grace.
"Take a deep breathe it's all a game", they'll say but how are you suppose to play without a pawn in society's defective game?

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.