My heart, brave as well as naive
  Naive, for bearing itself.
Foolishly, I dove in shallow waters
  Only to be swallowed into the roaring tides of rejection.
Is this my reward
  For bearing my soul
    ..or is it a lesson?
For so long, belief in the latter
  Led me to believe
    That seclusion was the remedy
And upon resurfacing,
  The world will suddenly be a utopia...
    ...but I was foolish
I awake
  In the eye of the storm
    ...and I'm trapped in an ocean.
Trying to save others
  Who would rather drown me
    With their sins and selfishness as anchors
It's too much for me,
  I'm tired...broken-hearted
    Gasping for air, begging silently
and somehow, you hear my plea
  How? Why? I don't know, but I'm grateful
You must be my angel
  ...you saved me from the storm
    ...you've mended my broken heart
      ...because of you, I can smile again

this was originally written on October 9, 1998.

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