Tesla

In my earlier grave
I saw a tattered angel
I didn’t know who I was
It was she that held the answer

My mind held by a thread
She kept from fraying
As all the lies I had lived
Tried to have their way

I tried to dig my way out
But she knew I wasn’t ready
Hiding her own doubts
Her hand held me steady

Now it comes to the day
Where I’m standing on my own
She has no need to replace
The time we’ve had alone

She looks to my words for truth
Yet I tell her it’s inside her
Her love is more than I deserve
She knows I’ll help her find it

© 2005, Mosquitobyte