Yes, you came in with your arms of steel and saved me from my fate.
A savior preserved in the flesh of man, surreal in the beauty that I encased you in.
For my devotion was to you like a migrant to a God, and I was fooled into love.
Blinded by your grace in saving me, by my own foolishness for you.
In my head, debts had to be repaid, so I laid down my world at your feet
And you stood there almighty, and let me grow so very weak in you.
My overbearing, passionate, unbreakable love was not from a woman to a man..
But from a woman to something that did not exist, too glorified.
I know that I was foolish, ever so naive, but you darling, are the one to blame.
You let me waste my life on a dream because it made you mighty.
As long as you were lifted above the world, you did not care who had to fall.
All this time, I thought you had saved me from my ever darkening road,
But now I know you simply lifted me from mine, and placed me on yours
In front of you to weather what you could not.
All this time, I thought I was the weak one, unable to be alone.
But my darling, it was you.
You arms of steel, ever my savior, somewhere melted into your eyes, and became a cell
In which you kept me for your own selfish needs.
No blame is spilled, no tears can be cried,
For the migrant people are set free when a God dies.
