Left Behind

I believe in this place, and where I must go,
I believe in myself, and who I must show,
I believe in you, and why you must know,
I believe in us, and how we cannot flow.

I believe in earth, humbled to your very knees,
I believe in locks, and a beautiful key-maker of keys,
I believe in snow, upon a heart that will never freeze,
I believe in love, and the person you want to please.

Ask me to stay, I shall do so just,
Ask me to cry, hurt me if you really must,
Ask me to stray, color me with my own lust,
Ask me to die, I shall wither should I not rust.

Here it is, the final tick of all tocks,
Here it lives, the wisest clock of all clocks,
Here you weave, a lost city with empty docks,
Here you leave, a scarred heart in an empty box.