we cannot deny

what i would give for memories that wouldn't keep me up at night. we cannot deny. it's a shame that all we have is a memory that cannot kill the fear. and get out get out alive. you won't find any comfort here. when i begin. and i may have friends, some of them the best that any man has ever known. but they have troubles; they have troubles all their own. in the wake of all the terror and the hell, i am constantly reminded all the crosses that i bear. and if you never knew then keep it buried.