"there I was like a holy lantern
I was held up bright but
I was held up battered"

If I held you high,
Would you do the same for me?
Could I hold you tight?
Would I be able to breathe?

If everything I asked for was minute,
could you cleanse me?
Make me brand new?
Make me good enough for you?

When I write from my soul,
could you read it and understand it now?
Thats all I ever wanted,
but thats never how it would sound.

So, say I change my tone,
or redirect my questions:
then would you calm down,
and see through my lense?

All I ever needed was a helping hand
a great inspiration
to break through my writers block
and stand at their station.

I always start off well
but thats not how I end.
I end shallow and honest
and that gets me bent.