Healing?

according to the wind, my heart, its over
it is the end of soon
disregard the joker, all he does is fluster
those around him
it demands attention
the weather turns ugly and the battle
gets intense
yet how can it when the leader is
but a wall flower?
on the sidelines wondering
what it is all about
it's not a feeling that heals you
i want to fall into never ending bliss
but how can i
when my heart is but worn on my wrist?
the world's spinning in His hands
and the wallflower hedges, edges
flirting with darkness
let the silence pull you in
the night air rip your skin
let it down, uncover our mind, bare your soul
stop breathing now if only for a moment
to realize what you've got
stop, the wind is dying down
no more whispers
what to know? what to do?
listen, the battle is dying down
so more swords clashing
you know what to do
step in the light
the wallflower can become a real flower
and what you had can become a real man