My heart is filled with sorrows,
Blue black with no tomorrow's.
Is there anyone in need of a heart?
I didn't want it from the very start
It's heavy
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One With The Wind
PuisiTo whom it may touch, Thy soul,thy heart and thy might, Quench the thirst or enlighten, Feels of home and brighten. The more I'm stuck, In this cage of bad luck, The more my demons are at there best when I sleep. I'm in to deep.
