He came to me for solace
Relief
Shelter from pain
He thought he'd found brotherhood
Companionship
A means to shed
One's own shame

But instead he found me
Bitter honesty, truthful but cold
Like raw ore to the smith
In my care
He will suffer
Before he is gold

I stole something from you today
Something you'll very soon know
The last temptation of relief
That iron grip on control
The great escape
Your last thread of hope

You'll think I've betrayed you
Wrong or right I don't know
But in its place I've left something
One more day
To live
One more day
To grow

Perhaps I will fail you,
I honestly don't know
We are not that different, you and I
To you perhaps we are
To me, I don't think so

But you will understand
What I said when we met,
What I think and believe,
My reasons, my friend
Unravel, unweave

Pieces of the picture
You'll see in due time
When we met
You said, my hands are *****,
And now see why I said,
So are mine.