We're not quite ready to look each other in the eye.
Where the soul can't lie.
Too afraid of what we'll find.
That we'll be more lost or left behind.
As if we're not lost now.
But if you want, I'll sit next to you.
In the warm red sun.
Our eyes closed, spirits entwined.
Open the pain up together.
You can feel yours with mine.
After all, they're one and the same.
Well, maybe, but I'm not sure.
Once the layers of guilt and shame
Stop playing their gamesI think what's left of the pain
Will be white pure.
The place where saints are given a new name.
Where priests are given to cure.
Maybe then we'll find the courage
to let ourselves love each other
at the same time.
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