If I lose my smile
And let the darkness show,
Will you love me less
Than you do now?
If my eyes clear
And the expressions creep in,
Will it make a difference
Or will you let it go?
If you find my cold voice
And cold heart chilling bones,
Will you warm me
Or let it be?
Will you let the dark angel,
Cold, analytical and brooding,
Live so with broken wings?
Or will you let her fly away
As she has done before?
Will you fly with her
With the hell in your heart
So her demons may find peace?
And let your hell warm up to a cinder,
And burn, and burn,
Freeze over and die,
And free yourselves from that ride.
