Misty Eyes

Something I found,
It's my heart in its' home place.
Hoping through it all,
It won't be erased.
I could think of things,
Over and over,
But my luck is so rare,
Just like a four leafed clover.
Must I survive,
If I just want to live?
Should I surrender,
If love is what I try to give?
Time travel is a myth,
But I've been a machine,
Used and abused,
To cause all violent scenes.
So I keep going,
No big deal,
And you are completely trashed...
With a heart hard as steel.
I want to understand,
Because I am freaking out.
Please have all patience,
Without giving me your doubts.