There he was.
In that favorite clothes.
There he went.
To see what he could get.
There was I.
Hoping he would come back.
Once I wished it all went back,
To what it was,
But I changed my mind,
To let it rust,
Because that wasn't just what it was,
It was more than that,
It was more than us,
Life but a moving city,
It change and never stop changing,
Life is that and more,
How can we call it life if it wasn't so,
To way with the wind,
Is something ironic,
You said you wasn't so,
But where were you when I took the toll,
Close your eyes and pray to god,
That I wouldn't be the one who's got,
The power to see through you,
And much as you wouldn't want to,
I hold everything that you've known,
And set it on fire as it was my own,
To kill the devil within,
And shine the light to that wicked skin,
For long I am to what you are,
As long I am what I am,
Take it or leave it as much as you like,
Because that is always what's right,
They will be like your mirror,
That shows what you really are,
And there you were so lonely and afraid,
To watch yourself be betrayed,
But you know better to what is right,
And see the outcome, clear and bright,
looking into my eyes and then you see,
That everything was according to me,
And then you say "what a wicked soul?!"
What I've done wasn't that at all,
You looked at me at such astray,
And hoped I'm killed,
With hope you prayed,
As long as I am what I am,
I will protect you from yourself,
Because the strongest enemy is not at the outside,
But its beneath those skin that is still tight,
We may not learn what is right
But we must know when it tight,
To see beneath our fingers, We're told,
And to hold that was always left untold.
-A
