My dear friend,
The one with faith burning in your eyes,
How I love to see the passion you hold for life,
What do I know of truth, of love for others?
I bleed from the pain of love and betrayal,
Yet I do the same to you.
Blind to love, I hurt you with the same pain,
The same hurt,
The same torture.
The pain that burns the soul,
Kills the heart,
Breaks the dam holding back the tears.
My heart breaks and bleeds once more,
Fighting my own internal war.
I hurt you, my words burn through you.
How can I voice my sorrow for this?
How can I tell you I'm sorry?