Shadows fill the womb of life
Born into another’s skins
I questions what it is that is meant to keep it all
together
When it is a fight to even keep me moving forward
And as they look at me with lust filled eyes
I question what they see
And as they answer to what they see in cliché
I wonder if the normal human could be so simple
What is it that makes me so special?
So rare that even as a beautiful mess I am needed
And they say and say and say what it might be to them
Yet I don’t see the window that they are looking through
Is it me that is tainted?
Is it the fact that I am the best that they have to work
with?
Either way I am so unsure of what keeps me on my own two
feet
As all the while to them they know I’d stand so firm and
strong
But what happens when I crash and burn
Why do they turn the other cheek?
Is it because they have forgotten of a much better savior?
The God up above that will never fail them
Or is it that I am in the form of human flesh
That they feel such a connection
Either way I know that I am like no other
I carry my cross with the best of them
Yet nobody asks who put the nails in my wrist
Is that the right question to ask?
Or is it easier for them to grasp with misconstrued
questions?
The fact that I can let them all down
In a blink of an eye like all the world
How could I do that?
How could I feel so cold?
I’m sure I can, at least not anymore
And that’s why I keep pressing forward
With my very own soul to sale
Because life will never be full until I give apart of me
Selflessly, fully, willingly
So take my help
Take it for what it is
What else do you have to look forward to?
But this mortal’s life I place on the line
For all who needs a little more than meets the eye