An act of kindness Is what you show to me None more than I can take Oh none more than I can take Kindness is what you showed to me It holds me 'til I ache Overflow, and start to break
An act of kindness Is what you showed to me It caught me by surprise in this town of glass and ice Kindness, so many people passed me by But you warmed me to my core, and you left me wanting more
Oh I got a feeling this'll shake me down Oh I'm kind of hoping this will turn me round Oh I got a feeling that however small Oh I'm kind of hoping this will reach my soul
And now it follows me every day And now it follows me every day And now it follows me every day And now it follows me every day, every day, every day
Oh, my back's up against the wall I feel guilty, I feel guilty And you want nothing in return I feel guilty, I feel guilty
◆ THE GUARDIAN ◆
Never explain. Your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.
They would have given everything to save them, once.
Now that they finally have that chance, what can they possibly say or do to make up for the kindness that was done to them? As time goes on, it's clear that they really do know so little about someone they dared to call "friend" - and they dared to call them friend, they think, because they did not expect to ever need to confront that. The Guardian has lost so much, and the Drifter is but a footnote in a life of solitude and tragedy.
the guardian ◆ hyper light drifter
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An act of kindness
Is what you show to me
None more than I can take
Oh none more than I can take
Kindness is what you showed to me
It holds me 'til I ache
Overflow, and start to break
An act of kindness
Is what you showed to me
It caught me by surprise in this town of glass and ice
Kindness, so many people passed me by
But you warmed me to my core, and you left me wanting more
Oh I got a feeling this'll shake me down
Oh I'm kind of hoping this will turn me round
Oh I got a feeling that however small
Oh I'm kind of hoping this will reach my soul
And now it follows me every day
And now it follows me every day
And now it follows me every day
And now it follows me every day, every day, every day
Oh, my back's up against the wall
I feel guilty, I feel guilty
And you want nothing in return
I feel guilty, I feel guilty
Now that they finally have that chance, what can they possibly say or do to make up for the kindness that was done to them? As time goes on, it's clear that they really do know so little about someone they dared to call "friend" - and they dared to call them friend, they think, because they did not expect to ever need to confront that. The Guardian has lost so much, and the Drifter is but a footnote in a life of solitude and tragedy.
How do they even begin to address that?