Tell Me, when do You bleed?

When your armor is pierced
When your naked in the Sun
When your senses all leave you


Tell Me, how do You dream?

Is it a garden you gently tend to
Is it an Ocean you can't help but drown in
Is it a landscape you admire from afar


Tell Me, why do You cry?

For Love lost never again to be found
For your open wound's refusal to heal
For the first promise not yet acted upon


Tell Me, what is Your wish?

Will it be a rising to wuthering heights
Will it be an untying of the Gordic knot within
Will it be the laughter of an Elysian child


Tell Me, where is your Power?

Be it treasured in a secret vault
Be it to awesome for plain sight
Be it an unmade gem to crown Life itself

Tell Me, who are You really?