you'll forgive me if I stutter
when I speak of things that matter
I'm sorry but I'm not that cold
when I speak the tales that should be told
I don't have that luxury to freeze
switch myself off with flippant ease
these things that hurt me so
I can't just let them go
I am not made of such distant stuff
or set in stone all cruel and rough
dispassion is not how I'm built
when innocent blood is spilt
so you'll forgive me if I cry
when I see innocent people die
-o0o-
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