Sometimes I think myself a
lovely thing,A woman of great beauty,
Yet within me rages a fury,
Deep and untamed
Dark and stained
Bloody life....
White face and darkened eyes,
They do hid this broken soul,
Sparkling eyes they do mask,
Broken dreams
And bitter fears....
They do hid this broken soul,
Sparkling eyes they do mask,
Broken dreams
And bitter fears....
Oh who will dry these tears?
© 2005 MMH/MMN
~ Morria
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