Thought of the month of
February 2003

« Your Name! »

Sometimes pain is all we have.
And sometimes truth is all that separates love from hate.
So I will hang on to my truth, if I may,
And call it an act of fate!

Sometimes people use you to escape the pain.
Yes, they will use you to run away, ...
Far away from their own shame.

There are times when they will give you a helping hand
To give for the pleasure of taking back.
There comes a time, in everyone's life
Where the game of Love is on everyone's knife.

But I am tired of all these games my dear.
Your knife is what I have always feared.
I may have been slow to open up
Each and every single fold of my heart
Because of how many times it's been carved on
By those who play these games of Love.

But you! You who talked of Love and how it has to be
Who spent months telling me that I don't know how to feel.
Who told me of the thousand rules and how poorly I bleed
I have a few words of my own which I would like you to hear
Which I'd like you to take along on your journey
Now that I have learned on which side to lean.

"There is no pain without Love
And there won't be Love without rain.
Because the pain is here to carry your love
Out of my heart and into the rain
To wash it off and to clean my veins
Of the unbearable cry
That resonates with your name."