My body is a terrain
You know the edges
How do you poke my soul real deep
Touch and clutch it like your hands would never let go
I have been doused a couple of times
Yet this fire kindles with the force of old wood
Pray with me
Stay with me
Will you recognize me in the dark?
How do I stay in the midst of a crowd yet feel lonely till you walk through
Could it be when we hold hands
Could it be when my heart dances to the rhythm of your heart
I don't know a lot of things
Perhaps you are a river
Permit me to plunge in
I will dive in it
There is a scent of peace when I 'm here
Flick your tongue
Is this the taste of freedom?
Only you sees this
You place your hands on my scars
You know the scent of my flaws
How else do I define freedom
Is this worth dying for?