Oh Prisoner

Whispered words not said but seen
By eyes that have taken over me
Passing thoughts from the shadows where I fell

It's not what I want much that's ever mattered
And I don't want much, besides, but to be scattered
Across the sands of time like bits of broken shell

Your hand in mine, the far off dream
The comfort there and somewhere in between
This tension is a place far too conspicuous for my taste

So simplicity come take a hold
If I could offer up even my soul
I'd give every little bit just so your efforts don't go to waste