Something to believe in
When your woman is gone
A better world for breathing
When the sea is dry and arid
The moon’s cold touch
In a searing blaze
A flaming heart
In the cold winter’s touch
Foot rest resting rotten feet
Pain relief in an embrace
A mere pat on the back
Whisper in the ear
That peace be with you
While I fight the battles within
For you
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