Broken hearts and faithless strings
I know not what your words bring
A dire hope for rains of gold
Or pocket picks for tricks of old
It makes it sure a trial to sing
The sunken lungs that in me sting
Against the breaths of ashes far sold
Beneath a sea of whispers told
I don't know what my life leads
But I do know that in me leads
A big heart punched, unchained and smothered
In a graveyard torn apart from its mother
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PoetryClipped wings, Fluttering for flight, It is hard to know When to give up the fight
