His Heart Is a Suspended Lute
I thought i knew what I wanted
But so I was wrong, it's something different
My heart hides from he surest of faces
Thinking its fear of getting hurt again
Now i know that was only half
Of what I feared haunted
My mind, thoughts, and dreams
These words, you'll find, are true
Son coeur es un luth suspendo:
Sitot qu'on le touche ill resonne
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2005
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