Footprints

I am not feeling the green burning flame,
As I gaze back along footprints you have made.

And I am not dreaming of more than you have shown.
You are not a foundation,
You are not a stone.

But I'm afraid of the way that I'm feeling
Afraid of this new understanding now
Afraid for the beauty within me,
And that which I hold within my hand.
And this is the ultimate secret,
That many before me have ever known.
So capture me while I am weakest
I want to know,
I want to know.

Here I am wide open, surrendering to your side
I have laid down my armour,
I have no sword at my side.
I leave behind me the ruins of the fortress I swore to defend
I leave behind me foundations
I'll leave you a man I'll need you to mend.
And through all the battles around me
I never believed I would fight.
Yet here I stand, a broken soldier,
Shivering and naked, in your winter light.