mercedes abrahamson

A broken heart is hard to explain
it's hard to explain the agonizing pain
the pain that just cut so deep
it's like a shivering creep up your back
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i see the tree that has stood there

with wined in its leafs blowing
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we are not conserved

we are born to live
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She sits at a desk
A pencil in her hand
A paper blank and bare
Nothing is written there
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I Dream... of him
a dream of us
a dream of we
of who, we used to be
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Elgendy the ballerinas dance
Sweetly the lady beard speaks so soft "hello dear"
The two within one star at you with their four beautiful mesmerizing eyes
The soft heart of the man of rock takes your hand so gently
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Lands on your skin penetrating layer after layer
Sucking the blood from your vains
It starts as a soft tikkle
Than it starts to sting a little
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I am just a child
Not a child of god
Nore a child satian
For i am just a child
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