There's just so much there
So much left unsaid and undone.
So much left to be thought, contemplated, and reworked
So much that could be manipulated and changed/
Infected and derranged
Destroyed with love and brought to life by pain
So much more we can do
To heal this wounds of yesteryear
And prepare a new for this to come
Because with so much left in the shadows
So much kept inside
Is it really our faults to blame
For our sinning lies?