Round Stones and Black Ink
Take this mask that I wear
Remove the pain within
Speak soft words
Whisper if you will
Take this bottle from my hands
Remove the pain within
Let me drink my past
and sleep with the dead
Take this dagger in my chest
Remove the pain with in
Let it cut the hate and anger
that bears both sides
Take this rose from my garden
Remove the pain within
let the thorns be removed
and the petals made into ink.
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