I've harvested pain, patience and hope
I've held my sorrows in tight with a rope
Wrapped is my neck, tied in a noose
Now is the time to cut myself loose
I was told once before just to let it all flow
But I've never believed in letting all go
When you love something so deep that you cannot have
Do you stop and just quit or continue to grab
Do we wait till we've lost and our time has elapsed
Or reap from the crops of instincts from the past
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