Bones By HopeMichaela

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Bones by Hope Michaela

 

The bones of sad stories drift by,

I am left here reading their lies.

Sorrow, sorrow what does it mean?

The woes of my past are escaping me.

 

I am left here reading their lies,

Unheard of and broken.

The woes of my past are escaping me.

Help, please help!

Am I alone?

 

Unheard of and broken,

The tears run low.

Help, please help!

I am alone.

Quietly shattering, unoticeably breaking,

 

The tears run low.

Sorrow, sorrow what does it mean?

Quietly shattering, unoticeably breaking,

The bones of sad stories drift by.

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