So long I’ve been here, waiting at your shoulder
Supporting the weight of your miseries, preventing your collapse
My legs have grown stiff from inaction; my heart has been choked by your hands
What is the reason you hold so tight, that thorny rose which bleeds you dry?
I cannot fathom your fondness for, this evil thing which makes you cry
Are you a lover of despair, addicted to her frozen lips?
Can nothing make you feel alive, if not the torment of her kiss?
Your corpse is breathing in my arms; your blood no doubt runs cold
Within your veins, beneath your skin, around a heart of gold
Faithfully, I’ve been the shadow, matching all your anxious steps
Patiently, I’ve been the wind, lifting you above the fall
But still, somehow, it’s not enough, to be here standing firm
If all I am, a silent rock, for which you’ll never yearn
© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad