I was concerned rightly so
cause hate hangs on
and sorrow is all you had
could bring you back there
back to  wrong choices.
Lo the frailty of your soul.
Lo the thirst of your heart.
Lo the fabric of your broken
reality.
As your mind and heart vie
for control listen to the melody
that once nourished your sight,
listen for your soul deminishes
in depths that none could reach.