Unfortunate Beliefs

[seeyat]

Dogs are for drummers, which I am not
Scooters and Satan, maybe once thought
I wear lots of black, you'd never have guessed
When I listen close is when I do my best
I am always a healer at heart and in mind
You're not going to see it if never you find
courage and patience to start up a chat
Maybe some questions arisen with that
Love is my compass and passion, my guide
Any who tell you I'm tough have since lied
I'll battle with words as the movement of lead
Written on paper once they've left my head
I'll never be one to uncage such a beast
I've seen what it does to them once it's unleashed
I'm not going to hate them, for they are just dogs
I don't understand where they land just like pogs
I am no musician, nor am I to try
I'll heal with my heart with a twinkle in eye
Patch Adams, indeed is my spiritual honour
No longer concealed is this self not a goner
I'm back to be holding you while you are crying
When you have been hurt and you feel like dying
I'll lay with you still as you've emptied your tears
Asleep in my arms with your dreams over fears
Until you've awakened, I'll stare at those stars
Knowing you're heart hasn't healed by far
When beaten or broken, I'll still hold your hands
I'll never in life be a slave to demand
I'll love with my heart and cure with my soul
When toughness is called, let them fill the role
I'll pour out my heart with each line that I write
Hopeful that cander can just put this right
This is my passion, you are my plague
I've always been like this, though the years have been vague
My heart has been dormant for so many years
For most of the world they'd be driven to tears
I had long since accepted the way they had wanted
For me to become, yet it recently haunted
A glimmer of hope in the moonlight of night
Returned to the darkness, where I find my light
This is who I am, the smile so dark
If ever it's seen, I should hope it will spark
Another in you, some joy in your day
Though I'll always present in this shadowy way