It is always a mystery
what is really on your mind
Bitter pain holds them captive
emotions of every kind
Never really loved, you couldn't understand
her silent words so warm and nice
Though meant sincerely, you couldn't see
the truth in her eyes
Your need for revenge breeds only hate
and makes people's hearts turn cold
But it can never heal
your wounded, scarred soul
The strongest power of them all
possessed by the one who holds you dear
When you will know, she will be
always there to hold you near
A/N: Another poem about Nakago. It's a little about Soi, too, but you've probably already figured that out.