There are wounds that have no start
they just appear in the heart
oh the origin is known
but how they've grown
as time has torn that genesis apart
you plead in silence
you bleed remorse
you pray for guidance
you dismay at the source
like an ill fated dream
you scream
"SEE ME! I AM HERE!"
But in the conscious it seems
you're torn at the seams
your existence is less clear
Nothing will change
it is said
if all that hangs
in the balance
is still just a battle in your head
Oh woe is me
What an anxious plight
when only in your dreams
do you have the courage to fight
Life is short
This I know
I have now to report
Lord help me let go.
For that one I love(d) so dearly
is now just someone that I used to know.
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