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Created on: September 22, 2011 Last Updated: September 23, 2011
I cannot move, I cannot act,
I cannot think, I cannot write.
I am the pebble plunked
Into the Irish Sea,
The monsoon washing
The shores of Japan.
What I do, what I say
Could change the world
Or render it unchanged
And that responsibility
Is too much to bear,
As if the fault for everything
Was mine - as if I were
Sole master of consequence.
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by Roy Blokker
I cannot move, I cannot act,
I cannot think, I cannot write.
I am the pebble plunked
Into the Irish Sea,
The monsoon washing
Knowing I'm wrong
for all I've done
I'm feeding my guilt once more
Knowing I've lied
and made you cry
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GUILT
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Your wrong I'm a ruined mess .....
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