It bothers me
That you, my love, could be out there,
Out in this world of beauty and danger.
Dancing among the wolves
As the fires of the sky rise and fall.
It bothers me
Because here I sit
In a glass box of inhibition
And unwanted fear,
Wanting nothing more
Than to find you
And dance with you
Among the wolves
As the fires of the sky rise and fall.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
It bothers me
That you, my love, could be out there,
Out in this world of beauty and danger.
Dancing among the wolves
As the fires of the sky rise and fall.
It bothers me
Because here I sit
In a glass box of inhibition
And unwanted fear,
Wanting nothing more
Than to find you
And dance with you
Among the wolves
As the fires of the sky rise and fall.
Searching for love, but scared of finding it...?