Feelings of Pain
The shouts in our ears,
The tears down my cheeks,
With a past so horrid,
And a future so bleak.
The foul taste of remorse,
And the sour taste of my sweat,
With no valuables to enjoy,
Nor to repay this grand debt.
With a familiar feeling
of both confusion and shame,
Patience is absent,
And joy is to blame.
The shouts in our ears,
The tears down my cheeks,
With a past so horrid,
And a future so bleak.
The foul taste of remorse,
And the sour taste of my sweat,
With no valuables to enjoy,
Nor to repay this grand debt.
With a familiar feeling
of both confusion and shame,
Patience is absent,
And joy is to blame.
