Cold Heart In His Hands Poem by Drake Kinkaid

There's a man who stands with a cold heart in his hands...
Leaves for a preview of the latest attraction
Attraction of the dark stinging feel that we named pain
He has the saddest truth of false healing...
Another escape from all feeling
Nervous but without fear is the air that he carries
A remorse filled soul is on the face of this sorrow
But how much more time does he have for the borrow
Maybe he'll make some peace if he's handed another tomorrow...
I can forgive this array of harsh breath that's been wasted on the course of these years
All of the ones that were drowned without any true cheers
But the new family beside you could be the way to revive you
Maybe you can begin a fresh realization...
But a mind has to open for your redemption to arise
So you have to be quick befor one of us dies...

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