Fresh cut sorrow
My heart has been borrowed
By the color man
Painting memories on walls
Brand new sadness
A melancholy madness
As I travel
In story marbled halls
This way and that
I find my way back
But I don't know quite yet
How to leave this grief
It's a weight I now carry
But it's also one I'm sharing
The whole of my world
Has a hole
And it bleeds
Then... and then...
With words, song, prayer requests & prayer,
TiMo
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