revival
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How wonderful you cannot choose
The place and part you least will bruise
For all the phases: yellow, green
Some unsightly, some unseen
You would miss out, you would not get
The new from different sustance skin
In the road walked a woman with a bleeding soul
her heart was dragged into a ditch
her mind was stuck in a dark pit
walking the long and lonesome roads
her eyes stared into the naked woods
It’s difficult, to say the least,that with dying embers follows,a shift to a sobering cease,leaving thy blushing touches hollowed.
With a gentle cry you die
You feel yourself become clammy
You gasp for breath
But it fails to come
You feel him gently kiss you
Nights gentle pillow covers his cries
You suddenly feel revived
I learned long ago how to be strong; to hide my fragile heart.No one knew all the while, I was broken from the start.
A song so moving I felt revived
the rhythm made my senses alive
A voice and instruments in a symphony
the connection to the lyrics gave out my sympathy
