Pillage.
A period of egocentricity
From the yearn to
Sense ascendancy
'Tis so afflictive
Yet so swift
Teardrops descend
As the evenings pass
The pain remains
Like the cutting of glass
Some will remit
Others, never forget
Some will get through
Others, not at their best
There's not much to do
But walk straight and stand tall
With your chin held high
Your mind in appall
It's time to move on
To forgive and retrace
To take you back to the time and the place
Confront your fear
And remember when
Now is now
Then is then
