A tapestry of lives gone by

Rich threads from what we cry

Frays of the past evoking

Gaze of the future corrupting

My stream carries its fallen leaves

Its purpose only defined by what it receives

Broken mind and beaten guilt

A blackened soul only I have built

Tears like beads down a porcelain doll

She is there to no longer make me whole

As I possessed a poiso...

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In the sun you hear me cry

In the moon you see me stand

I rise to your call

I fall to your mercy 

My hands rest on your knees 

My head bowed in your heart 

Too much for me

Too much for sin

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