i am guilty of kicking into effect
a plan of hope to reconnect
reinstate and redirect
relingquished pride and self respect
instead the dream reasserts
and reassures
your tragic motif of failure
your bright eyes and high hopes fade away
into a familiar blue of escape

i am not your savior
i am not your god

i can't tear myself away
from the need to help sometimes
cant i retreat, pull back
and let you live your own life
i'm cursed with emotion
and burdened down with empathy
can i clear my eyes and see
that i can't mold you into me

overbearing guilt
does not eradicate the fire
and propaganda
nothing but rekindle desire
i know inside your actions
are a means to your end
and i cannot be your savior
but i can be your friend