The Scapegoat

I came here as a healer, yet you wouldn't let me heal

I had a hope of teaching you a different way to feel

You never understood me 

So you didn't understand 

That my coming here was something that was planned 

If only you had listened, when I asked you "Follow me"

In places you were lost, you could have never been more free

And when the darkness gathered

You were left there all alone

My coming here was meant to bring you home

And even now I've passed away, and time has passed you by

You never wondered who I was, or why I had to die!

Although I never mattered

I was always standing near

And if you choose to find me... I am here!