| I wish that I had somewhere to go, |
| but for me there is no haven. |
| I love the ones that do me harm, |
| and I know that they can't see when they hurt me. |
| I blame no one, least of all any of them. |
| It's not their fault that they're blind to my pain. |
| They don't wish to see me cry, |
| And I'll die before I let them. |
| I'd rather hide the pain they cause |
| then for an instant let them know they hurt me. |
| Even as you're reading this, |
| A mother sits and sews. |
| Even as you're reading this, |
| My love for you still grows. |
| Even as you're reading this, |
| Two lovers say, "I do". |
| And even as you're reading this, |
| I find more love for you. |
| Even as you're reading this, |
| Two lovers say, "Goodbye". |
| But even as you're reading this, |
| Know my love shall never die. |
| It is true, I am no dainty flower, |
| whose petals are lovely yet weak. |
| But also I am not stone, |
| to be thrown about without remorse. |
| I am not bird, nor fish, |
| nor any other creature made to perfection. |
| I am human, flawed and sinful. |
| I cannot help to be, as I cannot help to breathe. |
| It is my curse to bear and my gift to the world. |
| For as long as I can remember living, I can remember longing |
| For time to pass, for time to still, for time to stop all together | |
| I've spent so much time longing I fear I've forgotten how to live | |
| If I were a few years younger, I would wish for my prince to save me |
| But now I don't wish at all, I merely wait |
| For what I cannot hope to know, perhaps my prince will come, perhaps instead the darkness |
| The darkness; I use to be so afraid, but now I almose welcome it |
| Almost, I am not lost yet, hope is still within me |
| But I fear it too will leave me and then I shall truly be alone |
| So I hide my hope away, buried so far within even I have trouble finding it |
| And I long for a time when I will have to long no more |