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Please don't be confused

by my smoke and mirrors

Have you not seen me hold Parker, the baby child?



Have you not seen the love I give freely to your boy and mine?



Granted, Sometimes outward appearances of smoke and mirrors, give a a perception of stone cold



Born under the sign of the twins, seems ones that have known me for twenty eight years, still don't know me you should know better,

yet you don't know me.



Defense mechanisms of a survivor in the real world

show my ruthless side I cannot deny,

But it is you, that has witnessed my touch, that should know the real I



I'll just watch the world go by alone

build the wall around my heart a little higher

if I survive this greatest pain I've ever known



I'll think about what might have been

how I wanted more children

what's left of this lifes tree

wanted it to bear fruit

taste the nectar of sweet happiness

this the truth I wanted you to see

feeling wronged don't make you right



Instead, build the wall higher

make no mistake

love shall not happen again

Seems a waste to me, for loves wake, leaves a powerful past

Misunderstood ruins, must be part of God's masterplan

And I'll do the best I can to see the end at the last,



As this too shall pass...





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