It is I.

Take what I do
but not the man that it comes with
Sigh your heavy sigh
and see your breath in the cold winter's air.
As you walk out my door.

The masses will embrace the best
but it was you who stood for truth
who promised to love the man within.

It is I, who is inside
that is crying out for freedom
It is I, who is inside
begging for your touch.
It is I, who is inside
you leave breathless
It is I, who is inside
you reject when you are gone.

It is I, the longing. the wishing. the hoping, the waiting.
It is you, the one who vanishes.

It is you, the one who promises, and promises, and promises.
It is you, the one who fails.

It's the you, who's got the I
with hopes up in the sky.
but when you say goodbye
it is you, who makes the I cry.

My words may make no sense to you.
this situation makes no sense to me.
Because the I, just wants the you
to set me free.

There I go again
telling You who to be.
When all I ever wanted
was for You to be set free.

But no matter how many words I type
on this screen.
Reality will always surface,
and my hope will escape me.