You'll be the chaos and I'll be the calm
You'll burn the village and I'll dowse the fire
You'll bring the world to its knees one day
While I sit mending patches in the earthen clay.
I don't want to sit here and watch you in pain. The iron burns in my skin as I long for your touch again. You left me to my own devices, unaware I needed you. That your presence in my life was more than a mistake... that I honestly loved you. My words may seem lost in translation as I call to you on my knees... my eyes glued shut in sorrows so deep I wish I could drown. I can hear the cracking sounds of my heart within my chest. All I wanted to do my dear was help you.. help you be free and to fly... but when I say fly I ment along side me. I meant to give you wings so you may come with me and we should fly off into the Celtic isles.. But you are gone, off flying on your own and I sit here watching you get shot one by one by all those who wish to see you fall... only here to mend you when you wish it of me...
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