To the Contrite Ones
You are not alone, though you feel the way in the weight of silence the fruit drips from your eyes Though everybody hurts it is only yours today Eclipsed by the river, It does not feel like a good cry as wild horses drag your heart through the dust in the gloomy town of contrition, Remember For all the loss, for all the wishing wells that bust broken and torn as the cold winds of December blow against the already lonely and battered You can’t take away the love that was shared You come to know what really and truly mattered As the love flows from your eyes because you cared The growing pains will remain but always there is love To bind all the wounds of time setting free the one faired So your spirit may fly once again far above Happy with no more tears signed your Love
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