I care no more
What shall become of me
Here in this darkest hour
Wise man says follow my heart
I am weak, i have not the power
In desperation i reached out
For just an empty can of worms
Again opened up a mass grave
Of many a contaminated germs
My emotions are bitter, twisted
In a mind full of turmoil and soil
Mud sticks to only the fools of love
Who bare spells in cauldrons that boil
Why do i pass those skies of blue
When time runs wild in my mind
It's for you if only you knew it
Mr cruel as taken Mr kind
Fire me down to the devil himself
Lets take this bull now by the horns
I would rather the devil i know
Than a side that's so full of thorns.
Copyright© Sharon Brady
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