The ancient wounds … oh my , we thought you were gone . But here you are back again .
We love you not and You must go… again .
That spinning web of tales that captures the broken ones . Never too late to see .
It’s you and it’s me and we are free .
Whose will shall be done ?
I see you and know that we are both flesh . The same love for you as for me .
We are free , won’t you see ?