Sitting alone in a darkened room Contemplating an end to the gloom That has infected me Since you went away... Wounds will heal And sometimes reveal A road through the dark to the day. There's no need to remember the pain, Standing in the sun, I care not for the rain, Let it fall on me And I will pay no heed. Wounds will heal And sometimes reveal The want I took for need. The more I search, the more I find The pain you gave me was only in my mind, And if I jump and if I dance I can keep my eyelids dry, I laugh so that I don't cry. And now - the nights are strange, And my days have all been rearranged, And if I had the time I'd miss you worse. Wounds will heal And sometimes reveal The blessings within the curse. Where was I when love disappeared? How can it turn out better than I feared? Though I still can feel the lack I will not beg to have you back; If I can fill the hole in me I'll be complete and finally free - So I'll rebuild the place you filled In the corners of my soul, And maybe there's a diamond lurking In this pile of coal, So I will throw the lumps away And somehow I will find a way To laugh So I don't have To cry. ----- Basking in your love My fears just fell before me and I didn't have to learn to stand, When the darkness threatened To surround me, all I needed Was to reach and take your hand, Now the darkness lives within me, Mingles with the light and casts A shadow on the land Of my heart So I can see the broken part. If I spend my days Regretting all that I have done And all the sorrow I have bought, Waiting for someone To stop the pain, and never learning From the lesson that it taught, I'll keep tearing at The ancient scars of vanished love And once again I will be caught In the snare Of needing someone else's care. Somewhere down the road I'll find a cure for all the madness And a balm for all my grief, To end once and for all The yawning need for adoration And no longer seek relief, But until that day When I can face it unafraid, My face is covered, like a thief At his trial, With a bandage made of smiles. ----- Wounds will heal... I keep telling myself The pain's not real, That it's only self-indulgence, And I'd better face the fact That I can't reach the end by going back, So I grit my teeth and slap Another bandage on the hole And regain control... Wounds will heal. Someday.
(c) 1995 Skyler Bode