Why don't you stay awhile
Spend an afternoon with me
See my red soaked hands
Evidence of a guilt I was never meant to bear
Take the time to sit awhile
And hear my trodden tale of tears
Listen to my cracked voice tell
Of not so forgotten hurts that I still wear
Wait a minute while I remember
See if i can recall the stories
Memories you can almost taste
Of bitter ends and sweet remembrances
Pause a minute in your tracks
Your story begins where I left mine
Mine felt after years of pushing back
Because time heals only some wounds
And all you are left with is your common sense
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