Blind sighted was I as I traveled the darken roads,
walking within the confines of my mind.
Learning of the darker paths again,
trying to explore the things left unsaid.
Occasionally trailing off the path,
patching the wounds that still bled.

Such a fool to let your guard down,
Such a fool to leave the paths unguarded.
Such a fool to believe again
Such a fool to suffer in torment.

Only to learn of a new wound there,
close to the one left by authority figures.
Stepping closer to examine it and
wondering if it could honestly be true.
Poking at it to try and learn more,
finding it a wound that travels deep.

Such a fool to let your guard down,
Such a fool to leave the paths unguarded.
Such a fool to believe again
Such a fool to suffer in torment.

Morbid curiosity encouraging me further,
extending hand to learn of the depth it holds.
Finding it to be larger than my fist,
what a deep wound this doth be.

Such a fool to let your guard down,
Such a fool to leave the paths unguarded.
Such a fool to believe again
Such a fool to suffer in torment.

Pus and gross things spilling along side
of the blood that seeps out.
Deadly infection having set in,
where I thought healing had started.
Silly thing I have been when I thought it scabbed over,
and healing as it should've been..

Such a fool to bare this burden.
Such a fool to think it was gone.
Such a fool to believe in trust.
Such a fool deserves to suffer.

He couldn't help but smile as
he watched the miracle of his,
come towards him in such gentle style.
Body holding the grace of a bard's tune,
with a smile that always melts his heart.

The Harper's tune is so sweet along side
the Heaven's Choir singing.
She does try so hard to hide,
yet he finds her wings.

Though some would call her flawed,
and others judge her not their time.
This woman is everything to him,
and a beauty none could find anywhere.
His love and life,
there an angel inside
if others would only take the time.
Loving the simple halo,
above that small horn.

He loves her simple touch,
and the special things she'll do.
From the smile "How are you?" to
having a hug ready when needed.
The support when he's down,
and the tenderness when he's hurt
Ah his special love of life.

Yet she has to learn that
that he cares for who she is,
whats deep inside besides
whats on the outside.
His golden beauty,
and his ever lasing soul mate.
Seeing her wings,
spread to the sky in glory.

Sometimes in this fast pace world,
we lose sight of what should be important.
To often our work seems to catch up,
and we just don't have time for things.
Often times when something may dare to
interrupt our busy schedules we become angry,
wondering how dare they even think
to ruin our carefully laid plans.
Or even those things that we don't
quiet understand about are judged.
After all things are suppose to go one way,
and the only ways that it can go
is how we perceive it as.

Doesn't matter that we don't bother to stop
and think about what we see,
what it is that we might be doing.
To often we just act upon it and
believe ourselves to be within our rights.
After all whats the point of differences,
society should be straighten out
because we all know if its left to those,
of unique differences and such
well it will be a different type of hell.

Yet who really gives a care about that right,
life is just fine and there aren't problems.
Society is as it should be and
difference is dealt with as the judgment goes.
Is it just me or are we trying to hard
to make everything seem like its alright?
Oops don't make a ripple...

You seem to watch the world from the box
you've placed around yourself to protect,
everything that seems so important in life.
That seat by the picture window seems
to have gained a well worn groove,
from the times you've watched the rain.
To all the times you watch people pass you
with much more important things to do,
things that will never be able to include you.
Feeling the emptiness as you let go,
of those who say they love you but inside
your heart is just to black to commit.
Watching the rain now as it falls
from the skies above and wonder at it's beauty.
Realizing that the those dreams you want,
are nothing but a fool's errant quest.
Soul scared forever and a day,
Soul wound from this time to eternity,
Soul lost,
its just better this way.

Often time we feel so alone in this world of ours,
that there isn't a chance that someone could
even begin to understand what you happen to feel.
Loosing sight of what we once thought was a dream,
sacrificing hope just to be able to smile for a time.
Scoffing at those who've gone before us,
when they offer sage advice that we refused to listen
to until we gain a slap upside the head
and put in our place so that we listen until
the giver of advice is satisfied that the message
had been driven home in the darken hour.
Offering insight that really if you pay close to,
will bring a whole new perception.
It lifts you up to reach for those stars you'd
been aiming for that had seem out of range.
Even when it doesn't hit at first,
one day you'll realize that
you've finally earned your wings.

Everyone has there own special place to travel,
when the days are long and the nights hallow.
A place considered our sanctuary and
a place that is safe beyond all others known.
It sings to the heart and soul,
in ways that many could never comprehend,
a song of healing and
a land to call our own.
For myself its a remote part of land that eyes
often don't bother to see.
A realm of mystery and hope with a song all it's own,
a place where the nymphs play and sing all day
luring me from the lands that I have tried to stay.
Yet often over the years have I return
to that small little grove of trees
to watch the nymphs dance upon the petals and
to listen to the tune of my soul.
Glorious is the music that comes to help heal
what may have been done in my time gone,
Wonderful is the beauty that always unfolds
when I stop to let these eyes pause to watch.
Marvelous is the feeling of the solid earth
between naked toes that have longed for the touch.
Deep within the forest where
the sounds of the forest are told.

When a question is asked people expect a response in return,
from having a simple answer to something that makes a head spin.
So why do people just laugh when I question them,
"Did you miss me?"
Any other time I'll get a snappy reply from you,
or some flippant remark that wasn't thought about.
So I have to question you because I can't read your mind,
I need to know the truth and push the limits for a time with
a simple "why?"

Would you miss me if I just up and left without any warning?
Would you even care if I just slipped away?
Would you even notice that I stopped talking,
for but one single day?

Don't you know better than to make the house rock and
leave me wondering that ugly age old question why.
I know you know better than you let on after all,
I did warn you when I got to know you better
I'm not always the most stable person around
specially when I'm within that dangerous question stage.
So why do I get laughter when I am within my self-doubt?
It causes the demons in my head to stir and
rear their ugly heads once more to make me wonder yet again.

Would you miss me if I just up and left without any warning?
Would you even care if I just slipped away?
Would you pay attention to the healing wounds within my mind,
forever there to torment me?

People seem to think how amusing that I would want to know this,
yet I get blamed for not knowing what the hell you seem to think
is so ******* wonderful about myself.
For but a moment I let you in beyond the shell of a thing,
that I've been told is called a body.
Allowing for you to see my insecurities and I can't get
just one lousy explanation to soothe the demons for a time?

Would you miss me if I just up and left without any warning?
Would you even care if I just slipped away?
Would you pay attention to the healing wounds upon my arm,
healing into lifetime scars?

I know that it gets annoying each time I might ask you why,
or even ask you to explain upon something that you let slip by.
Is it so hard to stop your busy life for just a single moment,
just to tell me what you think my worth is to thee?
I try to cry out when I feel so along and lost in this lifetime,
but I've just learned to muffle them,
after all you'll just get annoyed and walk away like every time.
So I'll just slip back into my veggie state of being there,
I'll offer words when you need them and hope that my heart
won't show itself upon the ground.

I know you'll never miss me if I left without a word,
your annoyed and I promise I understand.
Don't feel bad about not having answered those questions,
they weren't important I promise.
When you find this note don't mind the bloodstains upon the edge,
I couldn't wait a lifetime...