Her heart as fragile as glass. As I unravel the mysteries behind the mask. The scars on mind as I give her new memories to claim. I touch her skin and feel her pain, I taste her lips, as into her beautiful brown eyes I stare. My fingertips on her face runs by with care, I catch her tears and hold her tight. I slay her demons as she rests in my arms for the night. Her hair falls gently across her face, the she has as at her beauty I gaze, I praise her ambitions and kill her fears. Her love grows weary as I draw her near. Her hand in mine and our souls once entwined, the lyrics of love so pure as wine. Time stood still as she whispered the words I longed to hear. It never grew old it always drew her near. Her breathe on my neck as she fell asleep in my arms. My always ran through her hair like a lucky charm. The calm and refreshing will to survive without her I would surely die. So did think once upon a time. How wrong I was all my life, she isn't my wife, she is no longer my pride. She is the reason I have scars which I can't hide. She guided me through the love and left me in despair. She moved on so freely without anycare. I stare at your pictures and wonder if maybe it was me. I wasn't good enough for thee, now with glee I stumble and fall I pick myself up and stand tall. No one by my side I guide myself up to my call. I learned to stand in solitude and avoid the painful crawl.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
