1.29.07 : pain inside

The one whose hair is blacker than the coal
Whose eyes are brighter than the bluest sea
His hand can reach so deep into your soul
His voice gently in somber tones calls me

His stature towers inches above mine
His countenance is one of deepest gloom
And yet, as my eyes peer deep into thine
I see him slowly tumbling to his doom

His heart, once tender, now is cold as ice
Around him, a mighty fortress of snow
Those that reach out pay a mighty price
I'll pay, because I dearly want to know

I want to know the pain inside of thee
To heal it, I feel, is my destiny