Stolen

Red is the blood that flows through your veins,

but black is the heart that makes it flow.

Red is the fire that burns within your eyes,

but black is the oil that burns deep within.

The shadows are black, the flames are red.

If you should see the anger, what color would you give?

If passion is the start of love, then what is its end?

If death is the end, what does follow death?

If blindness binds your heart,

will the truth really set you free?

If tears are falling,

would anyone be willing to wipe those tears?

Why can’t you even see, what you truly mean to me.

And why can’t you see, what I am willing to give???