And there�s no place to run.
I�ve always played the patient role,
But my tolerance for it all is done.
There is a thickness in my heart
I fear will never thin.
Of the passion I once felt was art
All that�s left is regret & sin.
Oh God, How can I rid this?
To watch it leave would end this strife.
The regret & sin I would not miss,
I�d welcome the passion back in my life.
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