Somewhere in between
the things you've done and seen,
there's an answer reigning true.
in your dreams when you sleep,
it is speaking to you.
Inside you are shaking,
the guilt is awaking
to the damage that's been done.
The pain you've been employing,
it is destroying yourself and everyone.
So stand up proudly and say,
you're sorry for hurting us that way.
Anger won't help you, so don't make a fist,
you've already swung and missed.
Sadly, you'll sit saying and quietly praying
that your heart, it will return.
If you listen lowly, lower your love slowly,
the lesson you will learn.
It's not complicated,
the truth's been implicated,
thinly on your face.
If your eyes would stare,
they would see it there,
an honest, peaceful place.
So stand up proudly and say,
you're sorry for hurting us that way.
Anger won't help you, so don't make a fist,
you've already swung and missed.