I’d sit astride a maddened horse
That flies across the moor
To understand what fear or force
Has made you leave my door.
My lack of knowing’s like a stain
That spreads beneath the skin
And causes heartache, grief and pain
To what it finds within.
And so I think that I’m to blame –
I must have done you wrong –
And steep myself in so much blame
To last a lifetime long.
And yet I know it’s up to you
To make the choices that you do.
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Self-Recrimination
