August 6, 2014
So it goes along like this:
We sing a song so sweetly,
Others hear a crow’s cry
For what we thought was sweet
Really was a lie!
The world spins us round,
Crashing us upside down.
Perception is a sorted thing,
Fooling us of the song we sing.
Broken hearts and broken dreams,
Leave us bursting at the seams,
Full of words that cut and hurt
Deeper than a knife can sting.
When we set to mend our ways
We might find ourselves lost for many days
If not for the relief forgiveness
brings.
An arm’s embrace is a blessed thing.
As we weep together we find
We really are quite the same.
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