In sixty-five and half years been
Lock-in love with you again
And again, our marriage soft-land
Dreamland at times and times dryland
Those Valentines' gifts counterpoise
Disclose your feelings and expose
Your desire to not reinsure
Anymore your love for me, bore
Drop,
drop,
drop!
Constant drip into the sea,
but thou cannot see,
the drop once it's gone.
Forever bound to the sea.
All that's left is the sound.
The constant echo!
The ghostly rythem...
A beating heart
only noticed when we listen,
to reinsure our fear
of a feirce reality!
Never constant,
a beat of feary,
Joining our thoughts,
When we understand the truth so weary.
Another beat to fuel the flames,
to make it to tomorow's day.
We try to find another way!
We always fall on the beat of a weary heart.
To stop the beat
Shall end the sorrow
So tomorow's day
Shall not destroy us.
Feary is the fear,
of a feirce reality.
That we can't forget!
Even when we ignore the beat...
Beat!
Beat!
...
Beat!
A broken heart
The torture won’t quite end
With the torment of trying to make another start
Yet never knowing just how to
A crushed soul
For which was stomped upon
So you come down on yourself
Hope and faith are gone
A scattered mind
Thoughts not put in the right place
Shattered is any sense of time
Memories of what once was is now all your know, you can’t let go
A tattered form of who you once were
Is all that is now seen
Can’t quite get yourself back
Although you’re still cognitive and sharply keen
Rebuild your crushed soul
Revive your hope and faith
Reinsure you scattered mind
Replace the shattered pieces
Untatter your person
Bring the real you back
For a whole new start
Most of all baby
Let go of your tormented, tortured heart
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