You ask who am I
So carelessly as you tremble
Never an easy answer
being determined
By who you thought I should be
Even the devil cries sometimes
Sinners and Saints must all die
eventually
Pointing fingers masking your laughter
as I look in passing windows
seeing reflections of a future that can never be
Talking, in a language you can’t understand
Dark and mysteriously longing for love
but finding misery to be so comforting
Telling me you believe
believe in possibilities
Wearing your heart on your sleeve
pleading “Won’t someone save me”
But you reject me so causally
Tell me about love, Love
Tell me how it suppose to be
Oh how I wish you’d see the potential
The potential of you and me
Confidentially whispering
I require your heart, Love
Can’t you see we were never meant to be
Holding my head underwater
Asking me to breathe easy for a while
Choking on the ashes that divide you and I
But what I find is unmistakable
You asking who am I
answering so sweetly
Even the devil cries sometimes
Sinners and Saints must all die
eventually
I am no body in your eyes
the way it’s meant to be