PASSION AND PAIN

Shattered glass on the floor in the room where we fight
Shards of ash in the air, grab the broom, make it right
I’m Passion, I am hope, and your life is my vein
You fashion many no’s out of ice, you are Pain

I am Passion and you are Pain
These are our identities
Though, our parents did not give us these names

I am Passion and you are Pain
Worshiped by solemnities
Though, I have grown used to breathing in rain

Passion met Pain when neither stood tall
And Pain gathered him when Passion did crawl
They grew as we knew
As friends tend to do
And we watched Passion find love for Pain and then fall

I am Passion and you are Pain
My friends say I’ve gone mad
And yours tell you, “Pain,
Pain, you’re perfectly sane”

I am Passion and you are Pain
Without you I’ve gone mad
And I’ll ask you, “Pain,
Your love may I regain?”

If you say, “no,”
Then I will go
And I will never return to your home

I was Passion and you were Pain
And after living my life without you
I was never, I was never again the same

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