As you laid there
I dreamt of your future
And shuttered at your past.
As I watched you
I saw your inner being
What you should have been.
You found no solace in my vision
I was the enemy of what came before
With no defense for what would come.
My offense seemed so innocent--
My aggressive act...my love
My downfall...my caring heart.
As I lay here now
I dread the future
And I pray for the past.
When I look in the mirror
I see a saint and a sinner
And the pain of my failure.
There is no comfort in my thoughts
For this foe now lives alone
Reminded of my own solitude.
Now I am blinded by my guilt--
My salvation...not quite clear
My recovery...not quite there.
