the arms

july.22.2004

The arms that used to hold me,
when no one else would know.
The voice that used to tell me,
what others couldn't show.

The hope I used to live for,
in silence of the night.
The truth you spread around me,
your overwhelming light.

The one I used to mimic,
when times were really tough.
What happened to my reasons,
why is life so rough?

A peace I need this evening,
it's life that I must live.
Throw away the meanings,
and all of me I give.