And you are mine.
They are those that know,
The responsibilities of duty and honour,
And yet duty and honour have failed them.
Their reward waits for them,
Just out of reach,
Behind bars and chains of solid gold.
It burns the eyes of those,
Who cannot bare to hope anymore.
And yet you grope blindly forward regardless.
See me, I can lead you.
Your eyes can look upon mine,
And see that which is reflected there.
I can see the wings that others have faded into shadow.
Will you forgive me, for seeing you now,
As you have ever been?
An angel of heaven, may I touch your life?
We touch peoples lives for a reason,
Even if fleeting, and,
Sometimes I am but a fish in the sea,
Looking up with longing, that,
I could breathe the air that lifts your feathers.
Angel straight out of heaven,
I can bring you to your prize,
But you will have to believe to unpick that lock.
You only see that you are fallen.
No matter where you are, there lies still a hero of light.
Whatever treasure you are reaching for,
Will never compare to what you already are,
To me.
