These anguished decades are a symphony
That plays in scratchy tones without an end.
Yet no one hears the tune, and who should care?
The old crime ever locked inside of me
In frozen silence where the screams I tend
Have faded into echoes I can bear.
I rake dust from your name. I leave a stone.
I say a prayer. I let my fingers trace
The map from then to now. I swallow tears
And tears and tell myself I’m not alone.
I know I’ll never see your killer’s face
I hate the anger that no longer sears
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