Peace. Goodwill to all men.
Not something I feel I achieve.
I want them, and to create them,
But I’m struggling to believe.
I am shrouded in fear, bathed in sadness,
Wanting only the best for you.
I made mistakes, remake them daily,
But my heart is beating true.
I don’t know how to repair things,
Don’t know how to alter the path.
So I’ll take deep breath, be strong for you,
And go cry alone in the bath.
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