The Musician

He is a musician and she's just his fiddle
Their music produced is simple and sweet
An undefined tune that brightens the sun
In the world of a simple girl with the will to run

A free spirit that says there is something not right
Yet still too scared to stop and just evaluate
Though she is a fiddle and the music is sweet
There is still something hidden about her personality

The scars on her heart are beginning to split
From the once special bow that brought out the melody
The time has come to stop playing the game
She is not just a song that was meant to be sung

There are feelings inside her that are precious jewels
Yet still his bow dances precariously close
It dances and prances like a 3 year old child
With no regard to the wounds that it leaves in its wake

He walks around like he owns the place
That refuge in her heart that is so delicate
He doesn't really get what he is doing inside...
And yet still she refuses to give him a clue