words of highest remarks you give unto me generously
and i feel a fool, so out of place--no where near
the place you've placed upon me, i'm just a commoner
no different than the shadow who smothers your fear
i am poet, one of only these emotions that live
is it truly a blessing that such tragedies are inked?
and i feel a fool, so misunderstood--unable to forgive
the sins in which these muses have caused unjustly upon me
its only the truth in which i see, its not so festive
i must be blind your lips scream, i am just the fool i say
tragedy is beauty and i can relate to every single vowel
and i see you in the crowd, the only face thats come to stay
waving your lighter up high, with these words- i have touched you
but somehow your praise never stays, gone it is--leaving anyways
i must thank you for all your silent endevors to get thru
and pray i will that someday my heart will finally listen to you