Love is not felt
It is not taken, still given
When you’re dying in the midst of the heaven
Who do you call on?
An angel
The angel comes and you feel like living again
But it’s not the same
For the angel left an angel shaped hole
Agape of pain
You’re scouring this earth you don’t see him
He said he's not of this world
You don’t believe him
Searching face to face
Continent to continent
You run away wasting the precious gift
That he gave that day
Your life back
But what is worth living
When you live in the memory of his face
Trying to find his race
Trying to track down every mortal man
It is just a chase
You don’t feel your heart flutter with any of them
You never did until that fateful day
When you almost died
And he came to show his face
Graced his presence to keep you apace
And you did and it felt great
But now he’s gone; he was never there
A figment of your imagination
It’s been far from fair
How can you love a man that was never there?
How can you feel what you feel and have no release of the burden of finding
When everything’s been blinding
You can’t see you’ve been blind
You could never see, you were always blind.