Scarred Yet Sanguine
The gentle sweet angels are calling to me.
They say keep the starlight and then you'll be free.
For I've lost my footing and they seem to know.
My dreams dry and dusty yet I can't let go.
Been longing to play in a heavenly band.
For heartbreak and sorrow have the upper hand.
And now 'midst the turmoil that steams in my soul
a glimmer of stark hope's beginning to roll.
The self does persist now in spite of it all.
Faith and conviction surely breaks my fall.
So wound all you want to,I 'll forgive and forget.
I'm really quite bent but I'm not broken yet!
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