Pain has gone; br But remain scar. br Curse words; when I'm alone br Are flowing with tears br Which are spoken by foe. br Words that flatter me; br Are now making woe br Day, Night and all time. br . br Moment had passed; br And anger had gone br But words clear as dew br When alone, it makes me dismal. br Echoed in my ears br Spoken by foe and friend, br Their gesture still appear br With never ending echoes.