I am not dreaming of more than you have shown. You're not a foundation, you are not a stone.
But I'm afraid of the way that I'm feeling; afraid of this new understanding now;
Afraid for the beauty within me, and that which I hold within my hand.
And this is the ultimate secret, that many before me have ever known.
So capture me while I am weakest; I want to know, I want to know.
Here I am wide open, surrendering to your side. I have laid down my armour,
I have no sword at my side. I leave behind me the ruins of the fortress I swore to defend;
I leave behind me foundations; I'll leave you a man I'll need you to mend.
And through all the battles around me I never believed I would fight.
Yet here I stand, a broken soldier, shivering and naked, in your winter light.