A river is pouring down my face,
with the images of a loved one
vivid in my mind. 

She is more radiant than the stars,
something that will never have a high enough price
that will ever match it's value.

As her eyes consume my heart,
she glues it back together.
She is a dose of something I never knew I was missing.

She shined light into my darkness,
but a darkness is consuming her.

Demons scratch out the light in her eyes,
and hide her precious light.

Now, they have taken her to hell,
but I was not left behind.

Fear cuts into her eyes,
and pain consumes her body.

I'm stuck in the barbed wire,
watching from afar.
I don't feel the teeth of the fence,
digging in anymore.

As I watch her burn,
I begin to burn as well.
For her burns are mine.

Helplessness settles into my body,
lighting the bomb,
of anger and pain.

When I am set free,
of the entrapment of her walls,
the fire still burns,
but I won't feel it anymore.

Her slow breath and the sound of her heart,
it becomes a lullaby,
and it sings me to peace.

The warmth of the fire is there,
but the sharp whip of the flame,
is dull.

Her love protects me,
from much more than she knows.
I just want my love to save her.