August 24, 2004
What of this day have I become?What of his heart have I undone?
The role he promised I surely drew inside of ME
Yet this role reversal remains to him an unfolded mystery
Pardoned gifts
And unforgiven rifts
He cannot find me anymore
So what is it of this day that am I fighting for?
He helped me clear the breaking bridge
He held my hand upon the sweeping ridge
Yet I have not returned the price he's paid
And now I must suffer the moments as his light begins to fade
What of love and what of peace?
What of the selfishness I cannot cease?
He will not hear me now
The smile he believes I endow
I'll fall away
With nothing more to say
And wonder...
What of empathy and what of charm?
What of benevolent intentions that somehow produce harm?
What of these eyes that only I can see through?
What of integrity and what have you of truth?
What of tomorrow shall I become?
What does it matter with all the damage I've done...