(claude s)

You can hide your precious tears, but it
Won’t get rid of all regret all the colors
Of reform won’t lend a hand when you
Decide to fall so clear away the scars
That were left behind by things you hate
Will you ever love again? after all the
Dirt is gone?

Wash away the dirt, let your feelings
Hurt, drive away the shame
Be yourself again

All this grime is just a sham, the icing
On a cake made of sand now becoming
Dust where you came from you will
Surely go

Wash away the dirt, let your feelings
Hurt, drive away the shame be yourself
Again wash away the dirtwash away
The dirt

Dirt words will always bind you,
Attempt to connect to the guilt that finds
You in a time of doubt, not greed or
Hunger, do you understand the vice
You’re under? getting older, withered
And tempered, may be too late to stop
Your trembling slide to the left side of
Your brain, listen to the kind of waves
It’s sending dirt is like a virus deep
Within you, can you see the way
It tries to twist you? lurking
Inside your head I found it,
Wrenching away at the hope you
Needed

Find the strength, break the
Urge, returnyourselfto you

Wash away the dirt, let your feelings
Hurt, drive away the shame be yourself
Again wash away the dirtwash away
The dirt