AS WE STAND

A figure is standing,

Farther down the hall.

He seems so innocent,

With nothing wrong at all.

But I stand,

My doors of help slowly disappearing.

As I stand,

In this square room,

Painted black,

I can hear him screaming.

As you stand,

You sit and accuse me.

Accuse me of ruining your life,

Of not letting you be free.

Here I stand,

A window of hope.

Yet you stand,

In this room of darkness and shadow,

Never trying to learn how to cope.

No more is he innocent,

No more is he kind.

As I stand,

I am left to do nothing but pine.

As I stand,

He raises his hand,

Lifts it high,

And I am left.

No more are your accusations,

No more am I wrong.

As you stand,

I will teach you a different song.

As you stand,

The anger rushes forth,

But I cannot follow through.

As I stand,

In a room painted black.

I stand alone,

Surviving his attack.

As I stand.

As you stand,

In this room of darkness and black,

You stand alone,

Misinterpreting my attack.

As you stand.