I am a statue, bound to my escapism, my fantasy for my wings cease to cary anything heavier than dust I could protect you, if you should want me to Knowing I'd gladly do so; Knowing that I must But sadly, I admit, you are not an object in need of defense, for you posess the ability to flee; Flee from those that wish you harm And when you do, do not wait for me to follow, for I will remain Wherever you may hide, I will remain with heavy arms Tired from standing tall, when I'd rather be falling to pieces, to give you the dramatic farewell you deserve But I will continue my act of vigor until you are out of sight >>> May I drown only myself, in this fountain of adjectives and verbs I am a gargoyle, bound to my imagination, my dreams for my wings cease to cary me, covered in rust And when you return, do not return to me, for I will remain Callous and beaten, a statue, I will remain.