Fingertips slide across my lips,

And joy floods to my soul.

Blood rushes to my skin, 

I blush away, 

I feel the sin.

Why on earth am I this way?

Yearning and burning 

Not turning away.

 

But out of the darkness

And into the likeness

Of all that I hate of me

In you.

 

Flesh feeds flesh when flesh is weak. 

Strength breeds strength in time of need,

When warriors cry, soldiers die

And a mother prays to the Most High.

 

Play your wits with all you know

Shine your light, let it glow

For every heart on its own

Desperately searching,

In need of a home.