Words Of A Mystic Nation

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I Will sit beside you
And cry
I will feel a jab to my heart
I will feel the fierce storm winds
Blow me away to be one with the world
And lose what was once me

But I will heal
It might break me
Shatter me
And create a new being whom I will be yet to know
It will take strength to forgive even if you are not sorry
But I will heal
I will return a soldier
From battle with wounds that have journies
I might never show you the goodness of my heart ever again or beg for your love
But I will sit beside you
Not to come back
But to hope that you will understand the causes of what you have done.