many of the times we get along oh so well
often it is because we are together
red sunsets and cold blue mornings
nearly every one of them are a
intense reminder of where we want to be
not a day goes by that i am not
grateful for the mission i put myself on
frantic and fearful of the next touch
aware of how close to the edge i have come
never should even open my mouth
torn between service and self preservation
as i appreciate you know i am wrong
sometimes always being helpful does not help yourself
take everything from me you need to
if you need my life you can take that also
coming out of the dream
