Do I see through your defenses?
Yes I do, the cracks are becoming
Colossal and your eyes are watering
I don't want emotion to bury deep
Beneath your skin
But it's happening
It's crushing you
Your magic is rubbing off
Like an eraser across a chalk board.

I want you to rise
Up and into the arms of health
And well being
But you seem to want to lie down
In your tears and a bunch of dead roses.

The world is moving
It always will
You have grab the tail
Of inspiration
And hang on to it
Forever.

I'm not your saviour
I'm just your aider
A disaster
Trying to do some good.