I waited for the boy in you
To become a man that was true
Until my bones started rusting
Until my soul stopped trusting.

I died for your arrival
I died for the survival
Of a love we both promised
You left me be uncherished.

Turn the **** of the unknown,
Putting fear in the dirt
Knowing trust is far more valuable
Than the tricks of the enemy.

To see is to lie,
I’ve Closed my eyes
To truthful cries they tell.
No one to trust,
Deaf ears save rust,
In darkness, lone I fell.
To hell I’m cast,
I’m falling fast,
I feel awfully cold.
Suddenly, limbs,
They wrap my chest
It’s from they I wish to hold.
Their arms of warmth,
Are arms to trust,
At least, that’s what I’m told.
At least, that’s what I’m told.

you are strong,
strong enough to trust.
to place your heart in someone's hand,
but heal when it gets crushed.

you're strong enough to know the difference
between real connection and lust.
to seek out a future of pure happiness,
not endless shallow compliments.

so, you're strong enough to stand on the edge of a cliff
and blindly jump.
when you fall, and you're engulfed with a wild rush,
enjoy the drop. close your eyes
and let yourself be held
by the comforting wind and it's caressing touch.

but, when suddenly the ground seems all too close,
and the fear of impact drowns most
everything around you
and that rush that once coursed through your veins,
starts to itch and burn,

now you're back again.

There was this message someone send
Saying that I'm loved, it's not the end
I'm fine, that was I pretend
But I took all my strength and send a mail, through darkness I went

I trust this good old friend all time long
And luckely, he didn't proofed me wrong
I felt, the there was no where I belong
But with this friend, I feel now strong

The Message went on, listen to your hart
And never to the dark
He reminded me of that song of a lark
That was lonely in the park

It said, you are not alone
You don't have to do it on your own
And through the Park whispers of angels were blown
Follow our voice, not the dark you known

thanks alot my good old friend
Was the message that I then send
In future I'll listen to my hart and not to the darkness, that made me bent
I'll look for help, 'cause my life isn't for the demons to rent