I let it go to free my soul
But my heart can not forgive you
Broken pieces on the floor
The fragments will inflict you
My mercy may protect, but I'm sure the winds will get you
Ill be there, when winds are fair
And ill be there when its due
Time is worse
The killer
The savior for a saint
But saint your not
A blackened spot
Will hide your invisible cage
The guilt you have is not enough
My scars are deep
Severe
You say your sorry
fine
But you'll wish you weren't here
Tragedy
The happening
The present time
My soul
It may forgive
But you forget
That charma's justices gold
The pendulum of time
It be swinging in your mind
You may suspect
But you will get
The justices that's designed