With the hand which took pride in lighting the fire,
But of a soothing lamp,
You used it set fire to our lives,
In which we will eternally burn .
The shoulders I strengthened to bear your weight,
One you could hold on to while you grew old,
You let others rest a gun on it and shoot,
Only to destroy the world I had built for us all.
And as I try to hang on to these dim flames of hope,
In this dim light I try to heal the deep wounds of love,
Please dont pry open them,
And let bleed the bad person in me you have now come to know.
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