Tell me not that time does heal,
it's all a fallacy;
it cannot heal the wound,
that You have left for me.
It cannot mend the heart,
that day that you did die;
all I have are questions,
they seem to end in WHY?
All I have are memories,
of a pain that never ends;
that tears the soul inside,
with the sorrow that it sends.
With weary thoughts of gloom,
that do not pass away;
the hurt resounds forever,
I feel it still...today.
Tell me not that time does heal,
you'd be lying if you did;
time, it has not gone away,
it's only now been hid.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
Tell me not that time does heal,
it's all a fallacy;
it cannot heal the wound,
that You have left for me.
It cannot mend the heart,
that day that you did die;
all I have are questions,
they seem to end in WHY?
All I have are memories,
of a pain that never ends;
that tears the soul inside,
with the sorrow that it sends.
With weary thoughts of gloom,
that do not pass away;
the hurt resounds forever,
I feel it still...today.
Tell me not that time does heal,
you'd be lying if you did;
time, it has not gone away,
it's only now been hid.
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