After All of This Mess
After all of this mess
This that lay on my chest
My eyes burning with hurt
My surroundings: just dirt
I don't know what to do
I'm tired, it's true
After all of this mess,
Something good to confess
I have you at my hand
A bond that will stand
A love that will grow
Through troubles and woe
You know just what to say
When it wont go away
Look in your eyes
With little surprise
And tell you, my dear
I need you, it's clear
Copyright © Sarah Sublett | Year Posted 2011
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