I refuse to let you reclaim for
Anything of me that doesn't look
like a fire and iron skeleton
Anything that tasted close to a
true and bold form of infatuation
tossed your way as another chance
My love, brave and free, and my
belief, unburied and unwavering,
Can't be used as witnesses of lost
battles, desertions or abandonments
But the well I meant, wanted and was
at all times when they were honored
In the end, I am my only witness
And I'm not the one hidden in riddles
In futile humour or shallow reasoning
I know all about the despondency
The contagion of the urgency
The fever for the blame
The endings that needs a core
And you can say my spirit was hectic
But I've never been afraid of peace
I've bet my voice many times for it
Even knowing I would be only partially
human, but could be uniformly hopeful
But you are only your faltering you
I am the peace of work that I have
And I won't let you knock it down to
grab the pieces to sustain your
millions years old unbalanced soul

Look at me
Tell me the authorship of this universe
How the choice I've made led to a supernova
That echoes along it's been three lives
Through unholy wars and fiery truces
Look at me
'Cause I trust you enough to bear your view
When thinking about diffusions of daydreams
And I'm always here when you call me holy
Your poetry proclaims rebirth and I hear
So look at me
For the wait is long and my faith reclaims
The miracles and prayers behind your eyes
As every part of me gently believes in the
rapture of the steady truth that wields me
So look at me
And you'll know how to discover yourself
Exercising the fullness of discovering me
As you see that all we are is still here
Your body is a temple of traces of my pleas
So look at me
Read the adages written in sullied sheets
How we've gone crazy and lost our names
In the day the music reborn