I protect the helpless from the hate
but over my shoulder on my left side
silently the killer waits.
Through misery and suffering wade
helping and healing at least to try
out of this heart that love has made.
Gently and kindly I bring them aid
but touching my shoulder on my left side
silently the killer waits.
When you cry I am there always
trying to comfort and stem the tide
to bring you through to joyful days.
I can see this shadowy shape
holding my shoulder on my left side
silently the killer waits.
Although she's contained, I am afraid
that inside my heart on my left side
silently the killer waits.
Funny the paths you choose to take.
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