So many tears,
So many fears,
So many years
I tried to leave so long ago
To find the gold in the grey
I reached out in desperation
Clutching for some brief sanity
Believing I had found the answer
Believing I had found the peace
Hidden beneath all the blood
I reached out and closed my hand
Brought it close and smiled
I held my fist close to my heart
Believing I had the answer
No more tears and sorrow
No more being wrong
This time I'd set them free
I slowly opened my hand
To gaze at this captured dream
I looked at my empty palm
And saw my illusions shattered
There was no gold beyond the grey
It had all been done in futility
I could never set them free
It mattered not the crying
It mattered not the dying
No matter how much the blood
They would never be free
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