yes yes yes
the smile ... was for you
the eyes ... were for you

you called to me

my words...they are me
my those words were my deep calling to your deep
in hopes to hear a familar response

oh and the stiring of your soul is just that response
that stiring is the elation of the reunion of the two parts long ago separated
for they used to be of one whole

i understand becuase you are of me
i have cut through no layers
those "layers" were placed there to protect against painful and cold attacks from others
the layers were to keep your heart soft and warm untill my return

the core of you existence... try me and we will get to that
your wants are my own
your pain is my own

you want a look into my soul
learn the man that I am
my thoughts, a tour of my mind
and seek out my spirit

take my words and follow my words
for my words are me
and up untill now they have been my better half
my words pave the way for my feet
there is no talking rite and walking left
thats how others fall

so follow my words and you will follow me
and when the time comes, before you know it
you will follow my words along side of me