Forget all the tears we dropped,
And all the wounds that we healed,
Forget all the times we tried,
A happy memory for ourselves to steal.
We tried one, twice, and a hundred times,
To tell, retell, and retell,
The story that took our hearts away;
But who would understand you but I,
Since only you can speak the language,
And only I tell the lines.
It aches, but love is pain,
It breaks and leaves a stain,
A scar in your heart and mind,
A tear from my soul and eye.
And now as my tears subside,
I open my arms and reach out,
But nothing's there to hold on to,
The fence is smooth I can't cross it through.
This world is full of cruelty,
Hang in there don’t compromise,
Wait for the dove of peace,
To set your soul at last at ease.
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