In The Morning

You called yourself, all I should see
But when my eyes, filled with honey you would flee

Sold everything, for a face that won't agree

See how my brittle bones break at your plea

And I'll cry if that's all you want

I'll sing if it keeps you, on your spot
But I have seen, what you can be

I'm your prophet but please don't crucify me

I've held your hand but you're not shackled to me

On the table, white snow is lined thin
Sleeping shutters, please don't come in

And I'm not whole, and you're not safe
You see through, my placating ways
But please don't touch, because I am not a fire
Calling for snow