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Pieces Pieces of my tattered heart Are strewn upon this lonely sea, Where hope and faithfulness now drown As tides rip love away from me. Reflections of what�s left of me Are broken by the crashing waves. I search within my soul to know One thing left of worth to save. But despair has pulled me in too deep And seeks to take me to its grave, So one last time, I reach, and feel Another�s hand in mine, I�m saved! Douglas Fletcher 06/05/02 |
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