How Many Hearts Can They Stop
From this day on,
I`m going to leave my heart at home,
with you Mum,
not to get burnt,
mangled
or stollen.
I admit I lie to it
when the dark wings pay me a little visit,
at least my dreams are honest.
Each time I see the Sun
you tell me about the age
before the horsemen came.
Is the bread much stroger than flesh,
the fabric can stand the fire,
may the clay rise as fortress?
I forgot the signs of life,
Mum,
sing to me,
stop the sickle of time!
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