REMORSE Words, like cool-aid, have stained your lips Is it the color you've longed for or are you shocked to see what they've become? Actions, like spay-paint, have stained your hands Is it the color you've longed for or are you shocked to see what they've become? Thoughts, like fire, have burned your brain Is it the texture you've longed for or are you shocked to see what it's become? With gloves in hand you keep your mouth shut, you never show your eyes Who will listen to you now? justice doesn't hear your cries Remorse is a beautiful thing when seen by those who have suffered by you - Fall 1993, Ash Hall