Playing Games

All my love and deep compassions
lie like soot in burnt out ashes
darkness weaves into the seams
of all the wasted, lost, dead dreams
Creeping on the walls of time
clinking, clanging like the chimes
toll the death of all within
the soul of youth, the thoughts of him

Prisoner to a heart once free
lost in dreams that can not be
once gave love so innocent
to a man, so twisted...bent
still hear what was never said
read in lines, never meant to be read
feeling ties where there are none
wanting more, what's done is done

Looking back I see so clear
mistakes glare out, I was mis-steared
believed the lies and told a few
wanting something fresh and new
forgot my heart could beat so hard
but passion's not a dealing card
played with fire, I liked the feel
but games are games, untrue, unreal

And in the end, a painful burn
scortched and with regrets I turn
I understand my lesson though
I should have trusted what I know
pleasure isn't worth the price
to sell one's soul, crucify Christ
regrets are still regrets, please know
even when they help us grow