Disconnection from the comforts of belief
Each feeling passing in distant
Remorse
Why is it gone?
Is it growing old?
We have the knowledge
The strength
The courage
But the tools are locked away
They are heavy
They are rusted through
These days are so gray
The tears from wayward graves
Become the rivers
Sweeping through this poisoned life
Cleaning pathways of burning fear
Washing out choking sorrows
What will lie before
Empty and clean hearts
Or these hopeless tomorrows?
Sing of deeper wisdoms
Cry for broken problems
Make ways for more excuses
See these faults within!
Know mistakes were made
Hurt both night and day
We can run no more
From prices to be paid!

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