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Published on May 21, 2008
I am not feeling the green burning flame, As I gaze back along footprints you have made.
And I am not dreaming of more than you have shown. You are not a foundation, You are not a stone.
But I'm afraid of the way that I'm feeling; Afraid of this new understanding now; Afraid for the beauty within me, And that which I hold within my hand. And this is the ultimate secret, That many before me have ever known. So capture me while I am weakest; I want to know, I want to know.
Here I am wide open, surrendering to your side; I have laid down my armour, I have no sword at my side. I leave behind me the ruins of the fortress I swore to defend; I leave behind me foundations; I'll leave you a man I'll need you to mend. And through all the battles around me I never believed I would fight. Yet here I stand, a broken soldier, Shivering, naked, in your winter light.