Oh how strange are the threads of communication between men and their opposites?
The dance of life entangles and entwines them in a web of confusion.
At some point when the cords are wrapped around us, we stop and wonder at the cause of it.
What is it that prevents us from connecting, what is it that leads to this indecision?

There are the treacherous and the vile, who weave their webs so dark to deceive
With hearts buried so deep, they can never show them, never
A game this has become, to pray on the hearts of the naïve
Those that fall into the trap escape once their hearts have been severed

So it goes on, the heartless consuming the hearts of others
The chain reaction, the endless meat grinder
Some see it and run for the price of failure isn’t worth the bother
Though we all have wounded hearts, would we risk it again to find her?

We must dance past the tangled mess to protect what matters
Peer into the churning darkness for a heart that still shines
A heart that pulses with the same light that seeps between the fetters
Sometimes we trip on the way and fall still others are blinded

Many hearts go out or switch colors in flight
Some hearts blink from shade to shade like lights on a tree
Other hearts are steady, sweeping the night
My heart is dim, sputtering in search of thee