Once more the wind of sorrow blows,
And in that wind, the heartbreak grows
Where love and hate align.
For you, the one that should have stayed,
Yet left me there, a child betrayed,
Whose cries you couldn’t find.
That child within me still recoils,
As demons rise from ancient soils,
To haunt the quiet night.
You hid your own unspoken pain,
Yet let its force, unchecked remain,
For me alone to fight.
I cannot cast away the tears,
For through you I lived many years,
And still I bear the scars.
I hate you, yes, but understand
How pain can take a steady hand,
And steal away what’s ours.
I love you though, I still am torn,
By love and hate, which both are worn
In wounds I’ll never show.
I don’t forgive, but now I see,
The chains that bound you - now, like me,
And mourn what we both know.