Glittering lights moving with the tempo of the city, swaying with the feet beats on the street.
Rythm, lying, dying, breathing it in.
Stop my heart, so much to live.
Hear the thoughts, know the stories, too weak to help.
Will I grow in strenth?
Make myself whole again?
It's been so long and so many years have gone by.
The taste of the city again is a sweet intoxicating high.
I try to do what I can and still get by.
You don't understand my words, I hear your doubts floating in my head.
The blessing is my curse, help me find my way.
Let me learn to help these people see how to live another day.
Opressing and suffacting, I can barely breathe.
Stealing my heart beat while I walk down the street,
I want to get out... but don't have the heart to leave.
Swirling mass of lives and tales and voices,
All begging for help to make the right choices.
How will I guide them when I can barely see?
I do not feel worthy of this blessing bestowed upon me.
I do not feel guilty for the curse thrown ontop of me.
But I take them and I love them for what they are.

-kln-