I make a guess from this heart in my chest that he looked like the the night put to rest.
He had his hood thrown over his head as it hid the blood-red shed of tears.
Yes he'd been misled but instead he just looked ahead.
..but i swear to you from this heart in my chest, he looked like the night put to rest.
He told me he'd takin a wrong turn somewhere behind him, but i think he just wanted me to find him.
He wore his heart on his wrist, he saw that i noticed and began to reminisce.
He grabbed my hand as we ran, our feet pounding the pavement, making it hot like dessert sand.
"Close your eyes" he said, as we sped ahead, and i did as he lead me.
Then we began to ascend twords the heavens
the clouds parted, birds past i counted seven.
but im telling you from this heart in my chest he looked like the night put to rest.
I looked again an he no longer wore his hood hiding his eyes
and as my mind tried to advise me not to look again,
i stole one last glance, but that is where i slipped into a deep trance.
His eyes were a flame and into them i became, a screen.
He played me the true story behind how he came to be.
Through bad luck, fatality.
I looked him in the face, wishing i could erase the signs.
but i swear to you from this heart in my chest he looked like the night put to rest.
His face burnt,and scared
reminded me of of the night sky filled with stars, and it wasnt hard to see past and look far.
Now i understood why he wore his heart on his wrist.
to assist with the pain that couldnt be dismissed,
and he coulnt resist and he'd been unkissed by luck.
from the heart in my chest he looked like the night sky put to rest.