Sitting here in the garden of bones,amongst broken hearts and fallen souls,
Here, where evanescent dreams come to die,
and hopes are brought to lie,
Because each day, the struggle to even get by,
that to live on hope seems ... so irreconcilable,
Finished and broken, with all the words unspoken,
screams are waiting patient ,in my throat
And leaving the truth on the table,
wearing masks i stumble, trying to be noble,
and though this heart has opened wide
I'm faithful as the ocean tide,
I will love you, though love denied
I will love you from the other side.
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