Very few remains
It's easy to reclaim,
The stones that have been thrown.
Harder to turn the other cheek,
When everything seems meek.
It's easier to pretend,
When there's nothing left to mend.
A melody in time,
A world of unheard chimes.
The secret we all hold,
Yet very few unfold.
Will my bleeding eye go unnoticed?
(Sigh) Forget the pain....Bring on the chains!