Too true a heart

Too true a soul

All that's left in this world

Is just a hole

A hole so dark

A hole so deep

Why waste this time

Climbing a hill so steep

Too steep to run

Too steep to walk

What's the use

Of this gift to talk

To talk causes pain

To talk is a sin

So why do we go

And let it in

Let in the hurt

Let in a hail

All that's left

Is this tale

A tale of distrust

A tale of tears

A lesson is required

Of encountering your fears

The fear of failing

The fear so great

You lose the love

You learn to hate

Hate is bad

Hate is no friend

A lesson well learnt

I guess that's the end.