What I would give for memories that wouldn’t keep me up at night.
We cannot deny.
It’s a shame that all we have is a memory that cannot kill the fear.
And get out get out alive.
You won’t find any comfort here.
When I begin.
And I may have friends, some of them the best that any man has ever known.
But they have troubles; they have troubles all their own.
In the wake of all the terror and the hell, I am constantly reminded all the crosses that I bear.
And if you never knew then keep it buried