Consider Me Gone - Sting

    There were rooms of forgiveness
    In the house that we share
    But the space has been emptied
    Of whatever was there
    There were cupboards of patience
    There were shelf loads of care
    But whoever came calling
    Found nobody there
    After today, consider me gone

    Roses have thorns and shining waters mud
    And cancer lurks deep in the sweetest bud
    Clouds and eclipses stain the moon and the sun
    And history reeks of the wrongs we have done
    After today, consider me gone

    I've spent too many years at war with myself
    The doctor has told me it's no good for my health
    To search for perfection is all very well
    But to look for heaven is to live here in hell

    After today, consider me gone

    Marco Giunco
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