basher

I see the accuser
stalk me
in the metro

i laughed i fell
he gave me hell

and i knew he was my hero

though some would dare say
he was a loser
he was bright in my heart
scarred

seven symbols stand as signs
as stars
he was a fiery heart
a stricken shine
it takes too much to see right
through
a orb of light
a spark of hate
a sense of fate
to tell when you
approach the time
they say you die

its just too much
and i have love
so when  i see him
i give my heart
so when i cry
i know the reason for
the tears
its simply that

i do