You've walked every avenue
of misery and pain.
Lost all you can stand to lose
and seen little to gain.
Tears that ran like rivers,
and tears that fell like rain.
Voices cracked and quivering
from calling somesones name.
How long can you hold
pain next to your soul?
How long till you grow
bitter, hard, and cold?
We'd rather see you go away
than stand and watch you change.
From our darling lauhing boy
to someone sad and strange.
If you hold it dear to you
you'll always carry pain.
Won't you put your pain aside
and stand with us again?
How long can you hold
pain next to your soul?
How long till you grow
bitter, hard, and cold?