Letter to a “Friend”

At times, I think you served injustice
Sometimes I take it, blessing alone
At times, I feel so disserviced
Other times, I thank God alone

Was it a gift of independence
To find my own self as a whole?
But mostly I think you were selfish
Not knowin' these answers at all

Which one was it? Whichever it shall be
Which one was it? To be kind or displease?
I really wanna know it
With silence, I'm not free
Which one was it?

But now, in a flash, I realize experience, wisdom to know
Did this myself to conquer the worm of your cavernous soul
Which one was it? Whichever it shall be
Which one was it? To be kind or displease?

I really wanna know it
With silence, I'm not free
Can I let go of it?
Can you answer truthfully?

Don't you remember?
You never did answer me
Left to interpret alone
Don't you remember?

I never got an answer
Can I try to resolve?
I really wanna know it
With silence, I'm not free
Can I let go of it? Can you answer truthfully?

But now, in a flash, I realize experience, wisdom to know
Did this myself to conquer the worm of your cavernous soul
Which one was it? Now I really don't care
Which one was it? I hope I never ask that question again
Which one was it? Now I really don't care
Which one was it? I hope I never ask that question again
I really wanna know it
With silence, I'm not free
Can I let go of it? Can you answer truthfully?