Teacher

Scattered around on the floor 
All the things of a boy 
The armor and the plans for war 
All meaningless but wonderful 

Caught in the caves on my hearts trampoline 
I can not be traced no I can not be seen 
I lie in my tomb but still suffer the pain 
The vision of you now is all that remains 

Oh it burns m yeyes 
But love is great 
And love's divine 
To me