when we fist met i gave you a gift. something that cannot be weighed or measured,something pure, something sweet,something kind. a gift that has been around since the begining of time.a gift many men had lost a long time ago but i still had.fool was I you never even realized what that gift was. for to give someone your soul when you never had one was not a gift at all but a tragedy and now you give it back tainted and broken. I stare at it and finally realized the fault is my own. Thats where the healing truly begins when you stop blaming another for your own shortsightedness. it wasent right from the beginning but i kept giving anyway. fool was I the gift I gave the love we made. It was the greatest learning experiance of my life. The rage that burns inside like a thousand suns.The fault is my own.I feel sorry for you and that pedestal I put you on.you had no idea how deep my feelings ran. to you I was just another boy. how can I blame you the fault is my own for loving and giving so much for feeling the way i did.my rage consumes me as i jump into the sea of forgetfullness quenching my thirst for revenge,now I stand her as a man truly alone. I laugh outloud and realize im back im me again. a little wiser a little jaded but for the better. I rise from the sea to fullfill my destiny.irise becouse i can.I look at the sun and not see rage but a freind.I look at the sea and not wonder how deep it goes.but yet wonder what it would be like to be a dolphin with speed and grace flowing over me i am finally free...
