pouring out of passion.

I was pouring out of passion.

To light the step your on.

You choose not to hear or waken.

All thats left is you alone.

His voice cut through the war in my head.

Screaming something i could understand.

And somehow he knew me when he said:

"Is there anyone who's desperate,

for anything more than this?"

I know what perfection is like.

And i can not stand before its might.

And im so far from what you think that i must be.

I just throw myself at mercy.

I was pouring out of passion.

To light the step your on.

You choose not to hear or waken.

All thats left is you alone.