I am a leaf on the wind; watch how I soar.
I'm only a man with a candle to guide me,
and no, I'm not taking a stand to escape what's inside me, there is no escape.
Be brave, they said, be true, they said, stand, they said. All the rest is darkness, they said.
I have let my guard down years and years ago, and now the darkness blooms inside, like black lilies under the swamp water.
If you ever thought there was light in me, you were wrong. If you ever thought there was something good in me, you were wrong. The only light that I have is the glimmering of the saint elmo's fire, and the will-o'-the-wisps. It might look nice, but is treachery. Do not come near, for if you do, I will think that you want to play and I will seize you by the hands, by your warm soft human hands and drag you into the deep where I dwell. We shall dance in the light and I shall give you the best of my treasures. But when you find out that all of my light does not keep you warm — for it can't, hear me well — and after you see that all of my treasures are just dead leaves and mud and dry branches and last year's grass — for they are nothing more than that, hear me well now, child — you will want to leave. And when you do — leave quietly, with a smile and a lightness in your step. Do not let your face betray you, and I will let you come and go as you please, for freedom is my custom.
But I have seen enough of the human kind to know that politeness is not something you're capable of. I have seen and I know that when you know me for what I am, you will call me a monster and you will call me heartless and a traitor and a liar.
And then — hear me very well now, child, for what I say is true — then I will be mad.
This madness grows in the cracks of my heart. Once I had to glue it back together, and it worked. Then I had to glue it again and surprisingly it still worked. After the third time it didn't work quite so well, and after that I stopped trying. Now I like it just the way it is. After all, it is not broken, just cracked. And the dark vine holds it together just fine.
and no, I'm not taking a stand to escape what's inside me, there is no escape.
Be brave, they said, be true, they said, stand, they said. All the rest is darkness, they said.
I have let my guard down years and years ago, and now the darkness blooms inside, like black lilies under the swamp water.
If you ever thought there was light in me, you were wrong. If you ever thought there was something good in me, you were wrong. The only light that I have is the glimmering of the saint elmo's fire, and the will-o'-the-wisps. It might look nice, but is treachery. Do not come near, for if you do, I will think that you want to play and I will seize you by the hands, by your warm soft human hands and drag you into the deep where I dwell. We shall dance in the light and I shall give you the best of my treasures. But when you find out that all of my light does not keep you warm — for it can't, hear me well — and after you see that all of my treasures are just dead leaves and mud and dry branches and last year's grass — for they are nothing more than that, hear me well now, child — you will want to leave. And when you do — leave quietly, with a smile and a lightness in your step. Do not let your face betray you, and I will let you come and go as you please, for freedom is my custom.
But I have seen enough of the human kind to know that politeness is not something you're capable of. I have seen and I know that when you know me for what I am, you will call me a monster and you will call me heartless and a traitor and a liar.
And then — hear me very well now, child, for what I say is true — then I will be mad.
This madness grows in the cracks of my heart. Once I had to glue it back together, and it worked. Then I had to glue it again and surprisingly it still worked. After the third time it didn't work quite so well, and after that I stopped trying. Now I like it just the way it is. After all, it is not broken, just cracked. And the dark vine holds it together just fine.