This stack of cards,
My lonely life,
Crashes down without regards,
To those simple winds of strife.
Tossing yet another day,
To those beautiful Wolves of Love;
So greedy to take my joy away,
And leave me crying to stars above.
No matter how I spilled my heart,
I could never really cease,
Ripping myself further apart.
Piece by painful piece.
Though she is with me I am alone,
Through my greatest challenges of life:
Facing my sins so I may atone,
And maybe one day, make her my wife.
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