As the gate lock closed,
with a trembling 'click,
my tears come rushing down,
in a waterfall of sick.
Trying to avoid the pain,
the grudge,
the horror,
but I'm feeling hazy, unclear.
I'm running from something,
and I try not to scream,
but the arms enfold me,
a knife slicing with a gleam,
I cut,
and I fall,
I cry,
and I bawl.
In the embrace of pitch darkness,
I feel all alone.
It's in my blackened veins,
in my broken soul.
Lost in the rain,
with no way to see,
as the frozen hand of death,
slowly enfolds me.
Lost in the rain,
with nowhere to go,
wishing that something, anything,
will show.
And just as I felt myself
shift away,
a face appeared out of the darkness
to save the day.
It shone brighter than sun,
eyes that twinkled with stars.
He came down and held me
and unlatched the bars.
He helped me get through,
his voice soft and true.
And at night,
when the stars are radiant,
and the moon is too blinding,
when the pain gets too much,
he heals it with a touch,
a whisper, a word,
and I'm flying free,
like a bird.
