As I sit, I sometimes feel,
scattered emotions I know are real,
I pick them out one by one,
day by day, moon over sun,
the one emotion which comes first,
is deeping sorrow which craves my thirst,
the next emotion is strong and built,
it's my neverending string of guilt,
So, as I sit, I pray up above,
for the ones I hurt, for the ones I love...