Vanguard

Listen close, and you shall hear,
The beating of a heart so near,
Its pain is that of altruistic desire,
And no words shall ever quench its fire,

When this heart bleeds, mine follows suite,
For they are bound like sky and sea,
Forever stretching, singing, though mute,
I would sacrifice every last bit of me,
To shield even the slightest needle from drawing blood,
From this splendorous, boundless treasure,
This heart of a saint.

This heart that would hang upon a cross,
To cleave all people from feeling loss,
This heart of flesh and blood and bone,
Would face the entire world's agony alone,

Fortunate, then, is fickle Fate,
That this glorious heart should find,
Another to stand and bear its pain,
And cast its misery aside,
For I am the shadow upon the light,
And where it shimmers, I am beside,
Forevermore, through darkest day and deepest night,
This love is ours to share.