A View With Hindsight

I was so bitter and so undecided 
I'm better than that now 
Or is that just arrogance 
I haven't learned to allow 
I look at all the hurt 
And I see a damaged girl 
In the centre of it all 
In a heavenly swirl 
I see me lashing out 
In words and treble tones 
Looking for absolution 
In a world of groans 
But you can't find it here
My sweet petalled child 
You'll never find through war 
What is free and wild 
You'll never find through hurt 
The place that you can't touch 
And it is not a weakness 
To love someone that much 

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