All Enough

I'm not a hero
I'm not a savior

Not certainly
Someone who has
Armor made of steel

Nor do I have a gold
shiny halo
To make you feel

I'm only made up
Of flesh and blood

Gatherings of something
that is known to tire
In the kindling of
lifes' fire

You push to know
The bitter ends of me
is all...

I make up my actions
to get along
reach out, reach in
feel How tough my skin is

I hate as much as I complain
and if your heart should
come forth
I undoubtedly will reject

No, I'm not an angel
I'm certainly not perfect

No, I definately am not tough
I'm just this...
I'm all enough