Into my shell I shall retreat
Hiding from the world out there
At the table I haven't a seat
I will vanish into the air
Their savior I have tried to be
Of those failings I am so full
As always I just never can see
In the china shop I am a bull
Trying to help I blunder about
Wreaking damage, harming hearts
The pain I create causes me to shout
Of that pain you wanted no parts
In greater wisdom better I knew
All that it was that you needed
I claimed to be listening to you
Yet your cries of pain I never heeded
And you paid the full price of my ego
You cried out and I heard not a sound
Now tomorrow they go of you to let go
They go to plant you into the ground
I know not what to say but sorry I am
For failing you in your time of need
I have failed you dearly, contrite I am
I am full of such sorrow and pain indeed
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