In pain my heart, cleanses my soul
In dirt, my body, earned lustre unknown
To give is to get, to keep is death
Let go every bond, find peace in your own
No battles are lost, when none were fought
But in deep recesses of mind, will always be hope
Someday, sometime, perhaps in a different world
We will meet, for, your love I have known
Sunday, December 17, 2006
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