This breath that breaks the threshold of my lips can seize your heart,
make you hurt no more, bring heaven to your feet, and cause your mind to sore.
I can speak with razor blade tongue, or with beauty so pure
as to make angels shed their wings to get a closer hear.
These things I speak of you will never see, never hold within your hand,
these things are mine, my life, my soul, my heart, my will to be more then you.
