Who are you,
To know the workings of my heart
What manner of man are you
To speak to guardian angels,
To breathe life when one is resigned to die?
I don't know whether to resist you,
Or be drawn into the long darkened chambers
Of my inner self…
places you have challenged me to explore.
You ask me to sing a song
The world turned away from.
If I do,
will you be around to hear it?
'Tis not my heart you are dealing with
It is my essence.