Author's note: I own nothing! Yay! …I mean boo! Yes, boo!
I wish I could see the way they do.
I want the hope they feel, but I cannot believe in you.
For whenHe fills these eyes through which I see…
I am no more their friend, I am a different enemy.
They look at me with hope, respect, and trust…
And though the burdens only grow and fail I fear I must,
I shed my tears where no one else can see…
It's best they do not know I'm but another enemy.
You are far too young, and he too old…
You are brave and fearless yes, but he is shrewd and cold,
And you have just begun to know the pain…
Of seeing all who trust you die, while you draw breath again.
Prophesies be damned I say,
They will never save your friends!
And though you may yet survive,
What blessing is it, to be alone when it ends...?
…Child,
I don't hate you… perhaps I wish I could…
And I do not respect you, as the others feel I should…
When I look at you and you ask me, "what are my odds?" I see…
Your odds are less than nothing; you are just as damned as me.
…I wish I could see the way they do.
I want the hope they feel, but I cannot believe in you.
For when He fills these eyes through which I see…
I am no more your friend, I am a different enemy.