The pain will never go away;
The wound will never heal.
The evil that was done to me,
Is now my eyes, my heart.
The black will never turn to grey;
The blood will not freeze, Nor thicken.
The violence is never through;
The past does not depart.
Time will merely make me whole,
Consuming what I am,
Part sufferer, part comforter,
Part victim, part new song,
Part mother of an angry soul,
Part child of despair, part witness
and part conqueror of all that did me wrong.