Words which carved a hole in me
In the light of healing weakness relays
Homeless heart left darkness proud
A little girl longing down roads that echo
Left cold like the altar that didn't know him
left my sacrifice there
strings which bind -- play each nerve
I can't let go
Fear of the cycle.
Help is harm from a calloused hand
Left me sleeping to my name
Desert sands teach the weak
Strength born in night.
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