When you are out,

walking through the darkness alone,

Do you think of us in a different time?

Where all interference is wishfully gone,

spreading like fire through the mind;

I can think of a million ways,

words of desire I could say,

to let you know how I feel -

Yet, hearing the same come from your lips,

Will it make it all too real?

I hear my voice singed of your name,

things have changed,

what's left inside of me isn't quite the same;

in your truest colors,

i want to see: you,

i need to make this love, like no other;

one step you eventually take,

one answer I suddenly get -

sure you gave a good lesson,

sunk mine into major depression,

Where was the good in that?

We are all covered in bruises,

can we be healed - the walking wounded?