The day will come
This pain will go
And I’ll be laughing at myself
From ugly scars
Will blossom roses
And only roses will make sense
There will be silence
There will be wisdom
And scream of hurt will not be heard
And someone else
So conscience stricken
Won’t have a room among my thoughts
But now I shout
I scream out loud
I cry I beg I call it back
You hear? No
You feel? I doubt.
You’re holding tight her fragile hand.
The day will come
I’ll be in comfort
And someone’s arms will have me in
There’ll be a sound
Of children’s laughter
And we’ll be sitting on the swing
But now I shout
I scream out loud
I cry I beg I call it back
You hear? You can’t
You feel? I wonder
Please feel! Or I will go mad.
Please do … I know you know
I am there still – under your skin
Just some of boldness … And it will go.
Your fear. As though it’s never been.
The day will come
The day will go
And lines on palms will show the path
I’ll always miss the way you used to sound
My bitter love . . .
My sweetest past.
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was meant to be a playcast
the audio version is available here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzlu1DBKSX8