The Tower

The one who survives by making the lives
Of others worthwhile
She's coming apart
Right before my eyes
The one who depends on the services she renders
To those who come knocking
She's seeing too clearly what she can't be
What understanding defies.

She says, "I need not to need
Or else a love with intuition
Someone who reaches out to my weakness
And won't let go
I need not to need
I've always been the tower
But now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow."

She turns out the light
Anticipating night falling tenderly around her
And watches the dusk...
The words won't come
She carries the act so convincingly
The fact is sometimes she believes it:
That she can be happy with the way things are
Be happy with the things she's done.

And yet I need not to need
Or else a love with intuition
Someone who reaches out to my weakness
And won't let go
I need not to need
I've always been the tower
But now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow.

Reach out, hold back
Where is safety?
Reach out and hold back
Where is the one who can change me?
Where is the one?
The one...

Reach out, hold back
Where is safety?
Reach out and hold back
Where is the one who can save me?
Where is the one?
The one...

I need not to need
Or else a love with intuition
Someone who reaches out to my weakness
And won't let go
I need not to need
I've always been the tower
But now I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in snow.

I feel like I'm the flower trying to bloom in the snow
The danger and the power
Friend and the foe.