From the pain of years gone by
To the sorrow of my heart
From the tears I now must cry
To the pointless praise of art
From the life spent much in vain
To the words that no one sees
From the soul that bears a stain
To false whispers on the breeze
From the pain that now returns
To the fear of lost control
From the truth tradition spurns
To the scars upon my soul
From regret and wasted light
To past hopes that now must fade
From the solitude of night
To the hate forgiveness made
From temptation fierce and strong
To tumultuous desire
From the stares that linger long
To the scars that burn like fire
From promises' betrayal
To the shadows that light sends
From poet's stark denial
To the knowledge this all ends
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