Loves Lost
From the start, I loved with all my heart
I thought not of fame, I cared only for thy name
Pain and lack entered my eye, Twas then I began to cry
I saw what it meant to be, To walk closer to thee
Now in mire do I stand, Yeah I dared to reach out my hand
Love wasn't enough you see, I even hoped to set others free
Freedom from bondage I sought, Bondage and weakness I got
Weaknesss replaced my love, So I set free the glorious dove
Memories still remain, Do I again attempt to regain
Or fear will I see, And desire again to set them free
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2008
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