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When you softly brushed the trestle of my hair
      and gently stroked my face
       All my signals shrieked aloud
    Beware,  Beware,  Beware
     Oh, I've been there, I've been there...

    How my heart oozed and slowly bled
       when abruptly he refused my craving needs
   For it to be nourished and sweetly fed
      A blossom ever so gradually
    withered to a dried out little seed 

   How do I climb back on this love wagon
      where trust is an imperative vital must
 but my soul still breathes the fire of a dragon
    and my heart is encased in a Crusty Rust

 Yet, when you brushed the trestle of my hair
       and gently stroked my face
 how I longed to surrender and nestle to your chest
      Oh, but I've been there, I've been there...

    When our love was fresh and new
       I believed I could arrest little signals he threw
    but I think there's an inherent problem
         if a man you love, when asked, won't pray with you

             Now here YOU stand
         looking confident and grand
     Does corrosive Rust melt... if a heartfelt man
         reaches out and holds you by the hand

    Or, like a barnacle attached to a boat
         The heart must endure abrasive scrape
             Will my heart once again float 
    Or is it doomed to acknowledge the gape
        The lesson learned, the gut churned,
             heart spurned, lesson learned

    Yet, when you brushed the trestle of my hair
             and gently stroked my face 
    approached me from behind and held me tightly
      Suddenly my soul , to you, I want to bare
    Do I dare, do I dare and will you Rightly hold me Nightly
             Oh, I've been there, I've been there...

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