Work Text:
cold words, oh, why, my love?
he has turned to ice, she felt the blow,
but she knows he’s the one who’s hurt
he has learnt to lie, now he hides from her
dead eyes, oh, he is so blue
she has seen his wounds, what he has been through
does he think he is the only one
who hates to wake just to fear the dawn?
so he tries to run away, blind and petrified
but she will hold him tight to warm his heart
because he has got a fear deep inside
he is tired and scared, just like a child in the dark
when he speaks all the tears roll down
and as he cries all his walls are down
he begins to see all that she can see
that he is the one who controls his will
he will soon be free
his life has just begun
in her arms