Scars

As the wind blows through the trees,
I'm thinkin back on times like these.
When I wasn't so, so
                                 Alone.

Times when I could share the world,
Tween just us,
                      Me and My Girl.
Takes us far away from home.

She's got more stories than scars,
          Livin life through those bars,
Of...
        Ignorance,
                         and Lonleyness,
I want to be her Fairy-Tale-Prince,
Come to take,
                     her away.

I want to take her;
                            To the stars
           Show her;
                            Earth,
                            Venus,
                       And Mars.
I want to show her,
                              the Way.

Pulling up now, to her house.
Night;
          it's quiet as a mouse.
Climbin through her window,
I see her sleep, in her bed.
With dreams of me to fill her head.
As I whisper,
                    "Time to go..."

               And we fly,
        Through space and time,
             We the only two.
           And as we play,
              I stop to say,
               "Oh baby, I love you"

Return her now to blankets of lace,
Gazing down upon her peaceful face,
And as I part, I touch my heart,
For knowing that what did not start,
Was at least;
                   worth a Try.

Cause she's got more stories than scars,
             Livin life still through those bars,
Of...
                 Anger,
                  Sad,
and ever since I've wanted to be her charming prince,
and to take,
                 her Away.

We saw the stars;
                          Without the bars.
But only I;
                can know the Charge.
For she did not,
For she did not,
For she did not,

               Awake.