The Phantom

He has been torn apart by a war of the heart
He hides in the shadows to keep the world from seeing his pain
He wears a mask because he thinks it hides the scars
All of his scars are not quite visible fore hey are on the inside
He thinks he is alone in all of this
He thinks no one knows his pain
I know his pain I live it everyday
I listen to his lonely cries in the night
His heart calls to mine as if it were meant to be
He tries to hide the fact that he hears it too
I see him when he thinks no one can
They call him The Phantom because he is elusive
They say he cannot be found
Thay just don't know where to look
I follow him through the darkest of shadows
I would follow him into the depths of hell
I would happily give him my life if he would ask
I love The Phantom for what he is and is not
I love this man the call The Phantom
Saturday, January 6, 2007
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