For all that I have done
I could rage
I could purge
I could put an end
to the world
I could stoke
I could burn
with the pain
that I feel
For all that I have done
But what good
would come
from such a thing
Only to blind
all the pain
in a haze of hate
And forget all that was good
I could hide
behind walls
and say to them all
that I am protecting myself
I could lie
I could run
from the pain
thats inside
To an end that is without hope
But I cannot do this
as others seem able
for I have not the strength
any longer
So I will cry
I will hurt
and I
will feel the pain
For all that I have done
Until I make it right
I could purge
I could put an end
to the world
I could stoke
I could burn
with the pain
that I feel
For all that I have done
But what good
would come
from such a thing
Only to blind
all the pain
in a haze of hate
And forget all that was good
I could hide
behind walls
and say to them all
that I am protecting myself
I could lie
I could run
from the pain
thats inside
To an end that is without hope
But I cannot do this
as others seem able
for I have not the strength
any longer
So I will cry
I will hurt
and I
will feel the pain
For all that I have done
Until I make it right
I AM certain I like the sounds of healing in this one.
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