I don't know all the reasons
But it amazes me to wake up
To your mercy every morning
So I'm standing here and spinning 'round
In the fields of freedom
And I'm still alive and reaching out
And I can feel the freedom
You. Just to love you, I had to give up my disguise. I had to drop the visage of a frightened schoolchild, and assume the one of a caring adult.
But what was it like for you? Blood, and fire, and a tearing sense of loss?
No. I wouldn't think so. But maybe, being what you are… I don't know anymore. Neither do I really want to feel what you did.
How hard it must have been, to go out every time, and return to us broken, bruised, and slice open. How it must have been, out there, in that shack. Alone, the madness swelling in you.
What did you think, that first night, when I came with you, and changed? What did you feel? I never did know.
I do know that you were scared for me, and frightened of what rose within you there. I do know that you were willing to take that torture for me, that I wouldn't have to, and that when you returned from your nights of madness, you sought me out first. I do know that you were ashamed, and that's something that you shouldn't be.
Not with me.
Never with me.
I love you too much.