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  1. Confusion in all its forms

     

    The paradox is,

    There’s a part of you that wants to blow out the flame,

    While another parts wants it to shine.

     

    The dichotomy is,

    Those who claim to build you up are also the ones

    who would knock you down.

     

    The contradiction is,

    Laughter can cut like a knife

    While tears can heal.

     

    The conflict is,

    Love can be withheld or withdrawn

    While pain gives its all.

     

    You’ve been confused,

    Until you don’t know the right way to turn.

    So you lie in the mud.

     

    Until the demon grabs your hand.

    Sh

     

     

  2. All that matters is that someone is there to lead you.

     

    Once again someone is trying to pull you through the quagmire.

    You don’t know if it’s away from something or towards somewhere.

    All that matters is that someone is there to lead you.

     

    The shame and pain tell you the demon has grabbed your hand.

    You don’t know for how long and you don’t know why.

    All that matters is that someone is there to lead you.

     

    You want to be away from the sadness and longing.

    You don’t know if you’ll fall in a ditch or lost in a forest.

    All that matters is that someone is there to lead you.

     

    There are worse things that being dead.

    You don’t know if you’re going away from the light or into the dark.

    All that matters is that someone is there to lead you.

     

    You’ve given up hoping for angels.

    You don’t know if there’ll be redemption or hope.

    All that matters is that someone is there to lead you.

    Sh