When the pain runs this deep
And you can't scream out
Because you never get to sleep
You wish you could make something good
When the sadness crushes this hard
And you can't blink it away
Because you have sign his birthday card
You wish you could make something good
Like an alchemist turning tin to gold
Pick up the pieces and make a stain
glass window
Like an artist turning pain into gold
Pick up the pieces and carry on through
the nightmare
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