Windchimes
2003-11-20 - 11:48 p.m.

I know what you meant, But your words,
They won't stop running through my head,
And even time can't take away,
The memories of the awful things you've said.

And I think you ought to know,
There are some things that just cannot be atoned for,
Even though I know it seems that they could be,
If you hurt me just a little more.

So think about the windchimes,
If they didn't move, they couldn't sing their lovely songs,
Let's reach an understanding that sometimes we must compromise,
Because we're wrong.