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And maybe you could be orphaned now,

But those poor kids don’t even know

What its like to have parents.

Maybe you could feel their pain,

But they’ve lived this pain for so long

They’ve become numb to feeling anything.

We talk to them about forgiveness, and compassion,

But when these same victims become the victimizers

We’ll talk about punishment.

I just want to end the cycle.

My present is still being held hostage

By that horrible past.

All I can imagine is failure, and pain,

So anticipation of the future

Has become something taunting to me.

So I’ve been forced to run back

To the comfort of those sad memories.

Maybe I thought I could last longer

But if you are orphaned now

I just hope you’ll make your own peace.