How furious the flaming tiger grows
when eager his heart and passion shows
but the bitter sweet of life he knows
is but the hollow smack of death’s black, black kiss.
How sad that he shan’t be missed.
I’ll press you up against the wall
Cradle your face in my hands and kiss you long and deep with passion
If you’ll wrap your legs around me
Clasp your hands behind my neck, pull me in and throw away all caution
Reminding me once again why it is I choose to stay
If I live my life to be a two,
My one plus another and the other is you
How can I trust the one that I am
When my one is lost before I began?
The one I should be, is half without you
But to be a one, we must join, making two.
True strength is not showing you can dominate
It's the knowing and then choosing to alleviate
Raising others up instead of holding them down
Pointing their eyes to the sky, instead of the ground
Knowing all the time you could break them
If you wanted to
If you chose to
If you were not so strong