Special freedom

there is this special gift that only some possess
of people round their towers... with gold they might impress
the poor souls of poor bastards that dare to come too close
to touch or feel their glory...
or to attend their shows.

there is this special feeling that only some may taste
of crowded elevators with people they disgrace
an empathetic look behind the frost of eyes
can't reach the souls of darkness
his love's gone in disguise

there is this special fear that only some endure
the loss of god or light, their world "to be secure"
i care so much for you
it fills my life with fret
the farthest i can run
is closest i can get.

there is this special night dream that only some may live
of arms around their shoulders, to hold'em and to give
a whole lot pile of comfort, thru caress and affection
the longing of their soul...
a heart to heart connection.

there is this special curse that only i reflect
these mirrors show no mercy for one man's own defect
i plan to shine my caring for all those that i touch
but what i do is kill them...
in evil mercy's clutch.