I wonder what it feels
to be wrapped by your arms.
I don't even know you,
but for sure they are dangerous guns.

I wonder what it feels
to be caressed by your soft hands.
I don't think that will ever happen,
but I could make some plans.

I wonder how you look while you sleep,
the movement of you breathing chest.
Too fast. I've got to meet you first.

I wonder how soft your lips are,
what it would feel to stroke your hair.
I can't help this feeling,
I wish there'd be something for us to share.

I wonder how it is
to stop imagining and take the step.
I'd like to know about you,
but I'm a coward and that's what I get.

The mist hung heavy in the air
Touching lightly on marsh grasses
It was almost like a London fog
And as thick as cold molasses

Beneath the mist in hiding
Decomposing in the night
Were the results of one more battle
Awaiting dawns early light

The Union and The Rebels
Fighting for what they believe
And soon, these victims kin folk
Will learn their fate and will then grieve

Cannon, gun and bayonet
Were the weapons for the ****
You couldn't see the bodies
Through the mist from on the hill

Amongst the dead one soldier
Died from a shot that came behind
His head was gaping open
He was shot by his own kind

The armies both died facing
The direction of attack
Except for this one soldier
Who was taken from the back

A coward's lot is hellfire
And so it will be for Will May
He was shot by his own brother
As he turned and ran away

The mist hung heavy in the air
Touching lightly on marsh grasses
It was almost like a London fog
And as thick as cold molasses

I am afraid,
Afraid of what will tomorrow bring.
I am afraid,
Afraid of wrong decisions.
I am afraid,
Very afraid, of losing you.

You define me,
You gave me a meaning,
You complete me,
You make me real.

Dreamy but true,
Ancient but new,
Tradition but modern,
It's me loving you.

What do I do?
If there's nothing I can do?
And I am just best in loving you?

Keep me in your arms,
Hold me as I fall,
Reach me when we part,
Love me.
I am afraid.

I'm so sorry that I'm a coward,
Sorry that I'm scared of telling you what's going on in my head,
(or heart)
I'm so sorry that I'm too scared to tell you that you're cute
Or tell you that I want to hold you tight so that you sleep nicely.
I'm so sorry that I'm a coward,
Holding back my feelings for you...
But I guess that's who I am,
A coward -
I hope you can see beyond my cowardice,
Is a little candle,
That burns brightly because my love for you fuels it...
And it gets warmer and brighter each time you say hi.

Hello, my name is misunderstood.
I live in a world with very little honesty.
I work at a place with large demands.
And have a partner with little self-confidence.

I'd like to tell every truth that I can.
Even if that means my pride and ego are on the line.
I would like to fulfill the needs and expectations of my fellow comrades and pupils
Even if that means sacrificing my comfort and free time.
I would love to express gratitude and worth with my actions toward my lover
In hopes that I satisfy and push their understanding of value within the outside world and their own.

Hello, I am a coward
I speak with the weight of 1000nd feathers
And have actions that shake only the ground that I walk on.

I would like to have a breath as hot as a flame that carries the mark of a branding iron.
I would like to have a mind so set in its way that with the steps that I take it is the world moving underneath my feet, not I moving across the soil.

Goodbye, my name is Jenna
And now I am but a mere soundless speech within your brain.