I'm One of the Fools...

It's like not being able to breathe

I wish it were that simple

It's like screaming at the darkness

If only it were that black and white

I am a creature of light but not an angel

Because I'm one of the fools who rush in

However strong you may see me isn't always the truth

The fragility of my own heart is my greatest frustration

Yet, it is also one of my greatest strengths

At least I like to think so for it is all I can offer

All I have are these pictures, points of light

Lighting up the dark night with brilliance

Beauty I cannot touch, but hold

So I cling to them with trembling hands

Your voice calls to me, sings to me

To deny it would be to deny my own heartbeat

You created me that way, didn't You?

A living paradox of flesh and bone

How easy it is to feel like I'm drowning

Any good thing in me is You

Apart from You, I have nothing

Alone in a crowd while I in isolation

Face every facet I can't fight

Such power there is in words

It's no wonder we want to be heard

I never stopped listening

I wasn't saved for nothing after all

Though too often it is so easy to believe so

So hard to feel rational some days

When I question my own sanity

Is it too late?

This is so far beyond my understanding

The most beautiful parts of my life are

Even the parts that are yet to come

Maybe that's why they scare me

All my cards are on the table

So what do you want to happen?

It was never really my choice to begin with

I feel like I'm fading, less of me and more of You

I believe, only help my unbelief

These dreams can't stand on their own

I'm at the point where I can't either

Sometimes it is divinely all right to be broken

Love only knows if it will be all right in the end

Will you give into fear, how far will you run

Would you even recognize yourself in the end?

All these words at my disposal and I don't know what to say

Though even if I did, I'm not sure it would make a difference

I wish it would, just for once, empty echoes get old

Maybe I'm just rambling nonsense, maybe I'm mad

Maybe I'm simply not as here as I wish to be

In the end, it is not our intent, but our choices

I'd walk away if that's what it took

Taking the pretty pictures of light with me

If that's what it took to convince you

Because I'm one of those fools that rush in

Je suis une enfante qui a perdu son moyen

Qui est le message, est ce que je suis le mouton

Dans mon couer tout ce n'est pas bien

Je te donne dans ton main le couteau

Je tiens ton avenir, tu tiens ma fin

D'etre tout seule, ce n'est pas mon choix

Mon couer bat si doucement mais il bat

Tu as entendu sa musique, ecoute sa chanson

Simplement ecouter a ta familier

Je crois en toi, est ce que c'est difficile

De crois en moi aussi?