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?