| Brush against my soul As I stare into the shadows of my soul I see the cuts, crisp and deep each has a name each bleeds in their own way Perhaps angst of love some say the scars never will heal Nightwinds sing out a familiar ring moonlight hides just beyond the clouds pearlescents transmit a calling serves to shroud as if the stars themselves can feel memories pain For love�s done more than brush against the soul knew not before taken with time it had to go and even the birds in the trees listen as I pray on my knees for a better day, an end to endless nights to come from above with just a gentle breeze no more scars no more love Lord please And somehow know now I will not be forsaken all that could be took has all been taken best of me is gone rest of me won�t be long felt loves rage time now to turn the page close the book with one last look still paying the price of loves expensive wage. Copyright �2001 Dennis Hicks |
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