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Will the waves of time wash away the pain in my heart?
Can i bury the knife that has pierced my soul
Or will i continue to turn it to remind me of my own blindness?
Because i find no touch of grace to surprise my eyes
Or rest my spirit and i have come to realize that my good moments
Were forged in self deception...
And the question that plagues my mind... is love enough?
To build a bridge once burned, to fill what is hollow
With the substance of virtue though the wings of a dove
Have wiped the tears from my eyes
This tounge has fanned the flames of unforgiveness
But love suffers long and rejoices in truth...
And this imperfect creation is shortcoming
But striving none the less for that which is eternal
Can i bury the knife that has pierced my soul
Or will i continue to turn it to remind me of my own blindness?
Because i find no touch of grace to surprise my eyes
Or rest my spirit and i have come to realize that my good moments
Were forged in self deception...
And the question that plagues my mind... is love enough?
To build a bridge once burned, to fill what is hollow
With the substance of virtue though the wings of a dove
Have wiped the tears from my eyes
This tounge has fanned the flames of unforgiveness
But love suffers long and rejoices in truth...
And this imperfect creation is shortcoming
But striving none the less for that which is eternal