Cross
Why can't we be lovers
Lovers who caress each other
I'll help you bear your cross
While you wipe my face
take of all the bloody mud
Why can't I love like I should
I cry while I strike the nail
I die when your side is opened
Copyright © George Gabriel | Year Posted 2010
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