Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Out Of Shape

My heartstrings are still bent out of place
They're tied up in knots and were smashed with a mace
Old memories and scars leave a painful trace
Its seen by the weariness of my face
Times a great healer it seals all theholes
Takes away the pain of seeing those evil souls
I've been dragged off tentor hooks and scarring hot coals
By a soul, a light who's re-set my goals

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