How many times shall I die
To see friends beleaguered in the night
I want happiness
I want to see them acquire their true selves
I see the world for what it is and I dare not touch the earth with my hands
For my hands are tied with her vision
The darkness that dwells from her mind
Make me live my tears
Which are hopeful because she breathes
A love which could never be only in dreams does she speak
But only in a whisper do my tears fall in fear of what will be
She is everything
My creator, My love, My heart that beats
She makes me continue on this quest for her
I will never relent until she hears my words
Then she will run to a world lost upon drying paper
In ink as it will always be
I am not the compass needle
I am the hand that holds it
Your freedom is what I love and will never take
Only your heart if you relieve it from the castle walls
I am your rock until I cannot breathe nor see
Leave me to die so your ingenuity can continue