Confusion

Mirrors the heart of someone who is filled with worry.

Whose heart bore the lance piercing.
Whose head wore the crown.
Surely not us.
But it was us who carried the burden.
And bore it to the very last.



Whoes tears needs drying.
Who strikes at every hour.
Surely not us.
But it was us, who inflicted the pains.
At every untold hour.