day one hundred-ten: the lover's cry.

"...let him never die..."

oh, how a heart can be torn

twisted, smashed, burned

and still survive,

"...one question haunts and hurts, too much! too much to mention... was i really seeking good or just seeking attention...?"

sometimes the things we wish

for those we hate or those we love

aren't what they need

are only what we want for ourselves

but we're just too afraid to attempt

to change ourselves

"is that all good deeds are when looked at with an ice cold eye?"

so, i'll question my deeds, my actions, my thoughts

i'll look at them from every angle

mix them around, and examine them again

and i'll pray that my good deeds

that my lover's cry

is really what we both need

"somethings i cannot change, but till i try i'll never know, too long i've been afraid of losing love i guess i've lost well, if that's love it comes at much too high a cost!"

so instead of asking you to change

i'll see myself through different eyes

i'll make sure i realize

that i'm really me...

"and if i'm flying solo, at least i'm flying free"

and it's probably best for you,

and, well, for me.