Emotional

Is it my blood, my bones, or my soul you want?
Perhaps it's the flesh, or my eyes
Perhaps it's the way I smile,
or the way I hold my head high.
What do you want from me?
You that said "I want what you have"
I tried to show you, I tried to understand.
Understand this, child; You are not on my path.
There's one place no one can get to,
A place no one can touch
A place where everything is safe
lock, key, and barrel pointed at the entry.
I understand now two things:
That all that time would have been better spent on me,
and that one can only help someone who is willing.
I tried to free your hands, help you see
My time is up now, someone else will come soon who is ready,
and I pray that they make some impact
that they help you untie yourself.
You can't have my blood, or my bones, or my eyes
My soul or my destiny,
and certainly not that safe place I have inside.
Don't go into the woods tonight, it would be ill advised.