Pain
Pain is something we all know well, we keep it hidden, so afraid to tell...the heart
doth grow heavy, the eye doth grow bleary, the ice forms and the soul doth grow
weary... Out into the night we stray, only to find that we've lost our way... I wander
around afraid to see, the pain in their eyes staring through me...My head goes
down and my being turns within, as I slip away into my own private sin...I pray for
the light to touch my face, but not too loud, don't want to feel out of place...I hear
the slow shuffle of the wanderers feet as I near the edge, I prepare to meet.....I
venture a glance to the others so cold, can't quite explain how I grew so bold.... I
feel their pain as if it were mine, I know I stand in that same long line.... mind
shut down, only senses to guide, I break through the madness, refusing to
abide....I run maybe a little to fast, hoping to be free from the pain at last....
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