Your hands have something to hide,
a heart you're holding.
You squeeze the life
out of what life it had left,
and it's left breathless.
Your hands have something to hide,
and its my heart you're clenching.
I search for air to cling onto,
to take me back to my haven.
But all I can find is the darkness
inside your closed hands.
I'm helpless as you clench
your fists tighter.
Why don't I want to break free?
This illusion is masterful,
my mind is my death.
I want to return to my
heart's embrace.
Your hand can't squeeze forever.
The air will return,
and I will be able to breath.
It'll be worth waiting in darkness,
because tomorrow will be a new me,
one without logical thinking.
An unclouded heart will guide me,
show me your light,
and your beautiful smiling face.
My haven.