It is heavy upon me now,
I stare at the sun and the moonlight.
I stare at daylight,
I seek solace among the fig tree,
But the sun keeps withholding its smiles.
I stare at the world in its crowd,
Yet the crowd still feels like the desert.
I yearn for a soul to hear my silent screams,
I crave a soul to wrap around my shivering heart.
I ache for what’s absent,
Yet what I yearn for pulses within me.
I dance in the crowd that exposes my shadow.
I wobble in the noise of many silences.
I Look at the mirror like I’m a stranger.
I bear many scars like my second skin.
They say happiness is free,
They say my destiny is in my hands,
Yet these are priced beyond my reach.
How do I scale through so high walls?
Take me home, please, I need a savior.
Call me a savior.
Can’t you see a cracked vessel?
Can’t you hear the noise on the battleground?
Can’t you see the tears in the shimmering smiles?
The world seems insecure,
That I dare not shatter in front of watching eyes.
Are my yearnings valid?
But why isn’t it found on the shelf,
Yet it’s what I’ve got in stock
I need a savior
Not crowns of diamond,
Just a soul who sees.
One who sees beneath my breath.
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