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Drops of red
spills from my heart,
burning streams run down my cheeks.
A vision appears and can’t depart,
it keeps brushing against the pain in me.
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That night floats dark in front of my eyes,
leaving me breathless on my bed.
I crush my pillow, Oh, so tight.
“Please go away,” my insanity begs.
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I shove my head in sheets of white,
to erase the image in front of my face.
But nothing I do or where I hide
could keep me ahead of this crucial race.
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Tasting the sadness that stains my soul,
I find no gravity in this heart of mine.
I get on my knees and pray the Lord
for this painful vision to go out of sight.
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The sun arises to caress the sky,
yet I’m still trapped in this vision of pain.
I wrestle to win at least this time,
but my effort is worthless and in vain.
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