Through this darkness when I roam,
I know it's a long way from home.
I hear the ring of the telephone,
I answer the call but no one is home.
This anger in my heart,
Was there from the start.
Hatred rooted in fear,
At least my conscience is clear.
Can you feel the pain,
Running through these veins.
A broken heart hurts more,
Like any blade of a sword.
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