Skies always blue as the North wind blows,
and the ground is frozen hard when the temp. is 30 below.
My heart is heavy like lead in your hands,
and the blood pours out like sand as it breaks in half.
I'm left with half, is it enough?
I must be strong. Am I that tough?
The road is too rocky. I can't let it stop me.
Lord take my hand. Please help me to stand! Alone. Again.
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