Savior

I want to take your sorrow in my hand.
How I weep for you!
How I weep for you!
I want to take your fear,
Watch it melt away
In the warmth of the rising sun.

I want to save you,
I want to save you from your sadness.
I want to crush
What's crushing you,
To tear apart
What's tearing your heart.

Your soul wasn't meant to see this war -
You were made for the light,
For beautiful sights and
The smells of home.
You were meant to breathe with
Love all around you.

Winning Sentences

Muddled and murky
My words.
The fog can press down a defense,
But the breeze always blows on you.

Your dagger in my back
Came first.
Then my fist
Caught your cold shoulder.
Your tears brought the judge, and just as your
Wit wins allies, your
Crisply-crafted stories
Win the battles,
Win you innocence, even
Win you favor.
Yes, you win their listening ears.

But all my sentences win me...
Is a sentence.