Laid down on my knees
reciting a poem, learned as a child
A touch of safety
inside these lines, drawn with care
A cold altar
holding returning away from me

As I let this selfishness go
am I still human, still weak
As I deny
am I still human, still weak
atleast you will be saved

Escape is just at a heart's reach
to trust you
Falling into thousand night
that don't hold anything

not afraid anymore
for myself
but what will they think of you
when will they, if ever, forget?