There's a hole in my heart
and a bolt on my mind
from which hang hooks of guilt.
When my thoughts depart
and the memories unwind,
my poise begins to wilt
His was a life long-lived
and well-worn, but promising.
A thread spun and measured,
my mistake sharply sieved
and cut too short a string
which we all deeply treasured.
And the nightmare that became
and unraveled before my eyes,
each day it echoes in my mind.
Everything and nothing is the same.
Since life boasts both birth and demise,
a reason for his I must find.
They always say,
"everything happens for a reason,"
and to learn from yesterday,
you must change with the seasons.
Tell me, will time lull guilt's lesions?
"Time will lull your guilty lesions."
