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What takes your pain away?

The healing words I failed to say?

A penance I could not pay

To bring you home and keep you safe?

And so many times I tried

To stop my mind, or make it right

In the end I failed to decide

And lost the way as fear took guide

And now the night's begun

A pink moon burns over setting sun

Indication that the day is gone

With nothing changed, yet still we long

And I tried to rationalize.

"It's better off a compromise

Perhaps another place or time

Can light your way back to mine."