I am nothing like anything you have seen before.
I have a purpose, and I serve it well.
I am meant to be alone forever.
But I am meant to be surrounded by lost souls.
I stand and deliver the message.
Of hope to those who will hear my cry.
I am here to unlock doors.
I forever seem to open minds.
My curse is still my blessing.
I help those who have lost all.
My heart wraps around
The empty, the bitter, the lost.
My arms spread and
I clench fists
Yet they never hold on for long.
They hold few
And are never satisfied.
The cycles repeat themselves
Pull, hold, release.
I am the exception to every rule
But the one that says I die alone.