Out of all in the world that daunts us,
the strongest being guilt simply haunts us.
The world may forgive,
but guilt won't let you live.
Memory is like a sieve,
but some things never leave.
With time will all wounds heal,
but the numbness you'll always feel.
From people of the past escape you may,
But demons of your heart forever will stay.
Life may look ahead to bright sunshine,
ahead to the future full of things fine;
But forget not that at every stepping line,
to blow things up waits a hidden mine.
