Silence has made me strong.
As the birds sing that song
into my hurting ears,
i see my tears
in the eyes of my shadow
as i wallow
in my so-called guilt.

Honesty has made me weak.
As the wild winds go meek
and my soul finds peace
in nature's healing kiss,
i finally get a chance
to dance
in my so-called guilt.

Love has made me laugh.
As the sea divides in half
and my boat cannot sail
to the other side of hate,
i stay stranded in the middle
as i giggle
at my so-called guilt.

Pride has made me old.
I let go of the pain i hold
as i grasp at mercy and grace
and try to save face
but my frail heart
drew me apart
from my so-called guilt.

Silence has made me strong.
As the birds sing that song,
i finally look at what i'd built
and throw away my so-called guilt
into the divided sea...
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