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I remember wondering how to break a heart
whether my life in essence was worthy of a part
or a hand in someone else’s demise
oh to be self righteous
oh to be wise

Yet where did I land
from this open wound’s gape
after the pillage
after the rape
of his innocent soul
his spirited mind
a life so pure
a heart that kind


Bring back my knife
find me my sword
anchor my feet
show me my lord
my life is worth nothing
I take back the part
I surrender the role
bring back his heart