I can explain the hour and the day,
And the reason I went away,
And why I spoke the way I did,
And why I broke away.

I can explain the deeds
And their reasons,
And the cause
And the repercussions.

I can explain my decisions
Cold bloodedly taken,
And agree to the straight path,
The trodden path,
The right path,
And realize that all other path
Is wrong
And leads only to destruction.

I can believe in God
And respect the truth,
And promise to set things right,
And be myself once again.

But how can I,
When I cannot, even to myself,
Explain the deep-seated pain in the very depth of my soul?