Footprints

I am not feeling the green burning flame,

As I gaze back along footprints you have made.

And I am not dreaming of more than you have shown.

You are not a foundation,

You are not a stone.

But I'm afraid of the way that I'm feeling;

Afraid of this new understanding now;

Afraid for the beauty within me,

And that which I hold within my hand.

And this is the ultimate secret,

That many before me have ever known.

So capture me while I am weakest;

I want to know,

I want to know.

Here I am wide open, surrendering to your side;

I have laid down my armour,

I have no sword at my side.

I leave behind me the ruins of the fortress I swore to defend;

I leave behind me foundations;

I'll leave you a man I'll need you to mend.

And through all the battles around me

I never believed I would fight.

Yet here I stand, a broken soldier,

Shivering and naked, in your winter light.