Melpomene

Cold had I calloused
Walls were raised to bear the weight I'd not take
Too slow were my senses
Muted musings lost their way; disconnected
Only silence remained, holding my breath in the dark
Gasping for air with the lungs of a lark.

So warm was your welcome
Humble in its embrace
Tell me, just how did you save me?
Pull me up from the grave?
Though my youth did mislead, I would retreat to you
Right back to your arms with my spirit aglow
Where the pains of the past exit en masse through you
Too lost when we part, with the lungs of a lark.

I (Far removed from myself)
Had denied what I lost when my heart had withdrawn to the fray
(In a whimsical way)
I would flee from a truth I could bury in youth
You (You would have me)
You would have me if I'd fallen again
Would you bring me back out of the dark
With my lungs of a lark.

Cold have I calloused
But these walls are coming down.