Arms Held To X
I promised you something some time ago,
Something no other man on earth can offer you,
But I promised you that I would always be there to protect you,
Hiding the truth under a meant felt promise,
A secret that I hide in stone,
A secret that could destroy the very thing it mentions,
Frozen by fear, I turn to stone like the great monuments of Egypt,
Like a Pharaoh, I hold my hand in an x pattern,
Holding what is near and dear to me,
The great sands of time burry my secret from to it for,
The Nile carries my tears of pain to the sea of joy,
I’d love to take you for a walk along the white sands of the Mediterranean Sea,
Or the black sands of Hawaii,
Even hike the great Rocky Mountains,
And fish the swamps of Georgia,
But I hide this secret from you, because I don’t wish to hurt you,
I have watched you get hurt hard before and I don’t wish to add to it,
But my promise to you I wish to keep,
To protect I will and always I must,
They say if you love a person enough then you can let them go,
But they never said anything if you loved them more,
My arms held to x,
At some point you’ll find out, come sooner or later,
And I will be there waiting for you in my strong hands of hope.