The Graveyard of Broken Hearts
Late at night, there are moonlit skies
Winds sweeping clouds overhead
And I wander, among the living dead
Of broken hearts and empty souls
They were robbed
In the light of day
By sweet words
And promises to stay
Nothing brings one to deaths open door
More than a heart bleeding onto desires floor
And here I wander amongst you all
For I know death is knocking, I am soon to fall
Every morning I rise above
The coffin door slightly ajar
And the rays of love, small slivers they be
Give me hope, I grasp for thee
These were simply morning illusions
For love is the grandest of all delusions
So on I wander amongst you all
The village of dead love, buries us all
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