In the cold
of the weak
Hearts so bold
growing meak
Wading in waters deep
as fish pass by me
a lone witness this feeling i keep
As I Step up the water drips down
falling to a thorn filled ground
and as they rip and pull at me
i feel the blood trickle pass my knee
Then I find a place to lay
and there I stay
waiting for a new day
when my love truly fades away
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