Trail Of Tears

It is not how you think it is.
Believe in me.
No, strangled yet released.
Of all your victims, you had to choose me.
You stole my glow, you stole my all...
But turn your back once more and you'll regret it forevermore.
They are the victims, not you.
That's why I released you.
You stole my glow to a crime that's the way of living.
To give and take, without break, like a flower needs water.
No, strangled yet released.
Of all your victims, you had to choose me.
Strange it seems, that in all my clearness
I was unable to foresee the thing that should not grow in me.