as long as everyone say what she wanted
then it was alright.
the image of perfection
i shattered it.
there was no hidding that
and she hated me for it.
it wasnt the act,
but the fact
everyone knew.
my dear mother,
she never cared.
she just needed people to see it her way.
that she was perfect in this world.
so she sent me away,
her house no longer a welcome home.
she had her perfect life.
there was no need for me.
she just needed eveeyone to see it that way.

I look into your eyes.
I see straight through you.
You give the apperence of stregth.
To me this is untrue.

When I look I see you crying.
I see you screaming out in vain.
I want to be there for you.
I want to take your pain.

I want to make you smile.
But not just on the outside.
I want to see you laugh.
The peace you long to find.

I want to help you to do this.
I want to be right near.
I long for you to listen.
I long for you to hear.

When you look into me.
I hope you feel the same.
I want us to help each other.
Help take away the pain.

The pain from the past.
Which is still close behind.
We can begin to run from it.
Your hand locked in mine.

As our hands are tangled.
With our hearts and souls.
We will find one another.
Two halves now a whole.

I can not promise perfection.
I am only a man.
But I will show you.
That you can love again.