Through the times of trial and fire
The oft thought times of turmoil and pain
We see through the eyes of those that see
The hearts of those that sense
The emotions of the fragile
We see pain through the eyes of the happy
The grace throught the naems of the blessed
I spin, we spin and we get out into the open
Out of control we steadily become
The pain unbearable, the heart so fallible
We crush as we break
We know its never early
But it will always be too late.
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