Its like a cold and stiff wind coming through the window
It wraps me up so gently in an anticipated mystery
I have touched you, but I have yet to feel you now
You offer me a fake heart in place of your broken one
It beats all the same, but I see the mechanics within it
Why dance to someone elses music, when you've got your own?
I have seen you, but I have yet to see your truth
Your soul is like a kaleidoscope of art; beauty you have yet to know
All that is missing, is there-- your heart just has to be open to it