When do the people you look up to become human?
When do the ones you cherish become realistic?
When does that one person you think is so different,
Become normal?
I looked at you,
and saw something special
Something differant
A brilliant flame that couldn't be put out
A flame so attractive and loved,
That I wondered whether it would ever be matched
I knew I'd never need worry
I knew you'd hold forever strong
You shone for me
And I never wanted to step from your protection
When do the ones you love,
the ones you adore,
Ones you belive in...
Change?
When do their perfect existances
Alter?
When does your hope
Shatter?
You broke
You were normal
You were human
You had real, raw emotions
And pain to heal
Maybe thats when I realized
Some humans are beautiful
Some are nearly perfect
I acknowled you were human
And maybe thats when I noticed
Some humans can be Gods
