You cry out loud, scream in pain~
but the feeling inside remains the same.
You lay upon your tear soaked bed~
your tears of anguish echoing in your head.
Solitude becomes your only friend~
when death seems like the perfect end.
So you are down and torn apart.
You are bitter from a broken heart.
You avoid the truth as much as you can.
But you are no different from any other man.
So ask yourself, must it be this way?
Is there a price that you must pay?
No sir, it's already been done~
by God's only begotten Son.
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