Lost To the Wind
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When my prayers were all lost to the wind
I cried, and tears pooled deep within my heart.
The hopes on which my future dreams were pinned;
subsequently started falling apart.
And anxiety quickly got its start;
making me believe faith was not enough.
I always knew losing you would be tough;
it's constantly tearing me up inside.
And I have to admit that it's been rough;
for the other half of my heart has died.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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