This battered cage that hides my love is not yet ready to be opened
for if those words were to pass my lips there would be no turning back.
So basking in that sweet rapture I fool myself once more,
for to let my heart think the longing is over is easier than the truth.
I pray I fall asleep at night and dream of my salvation
for in the day I know inside it never can be so.
So easy it is to grace this paper but never for your eyes,
for the fear of what we stand to lose is greater than it all.
So I’ll smile at that familiar face and pretend it is enough
for there are worse ways to ease the pain, of that I am certain.
To hurt because of my own dread is a fate I can endure,
for I know this means you will by my side to save me from the fall.