he was an inspiration, a carved memory
hair of fire, walk through defiant
"Never see a soul like that again"
I'll miss you too

i guess i'll be a street artist
so i can see them again
passing seers and sages at every turn
pretend they care and i rebel

he was so happy to see the eyes
brightened by those filthy streets
the heart darkened by lies and sarcasms
his voice stained with a detached disillusion
....but i knew he wasn't alone.

the brown body above me
brimming with little more than lust and smoke
sometimes smoldering fires just don't die
i say he's just a friend

bright days writhing with vitality
a new day, so far away
new love reaffirmed by the fisherman
...he smiled at me.

nothing of yesterday will ever be splken for
those women outside under the tree's shade in their plastic chairs
they won't be my savior or executioner
i know now who to trust

who's fault is it?
who's shoulders are strong enough to carry his words?
I say, I say the Assassin
and I win

that sly smile crept across my face
eyes fierce, watching, aren't for you alone

but who do you fight for?
i won't let you die
i think you're worth it, but
the real question is
Am I?