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He Is My Bleeing Heart
The Speculation of the minds eye
The approach of a physe
A ghastly deep variety of gifts
That he bestows upon himself
So very alike
So very hard to find differences
A hand from him I've never seen
But for him my flesh was nerley exposed
Every step of the way
I cry for air
And the stregnth he gives me
He alone pushes me to my limits
And forces me to be strong
To him no weakness can be shown
No tear can be reveled
No lies can be a twist
No love can be shared
Without others pain to progress
The secrets that we hold
And the secrets that we share
Beads of blood from our soul
Unknown to who flows more
We carry on...
Together
Because
He is my Bleeding Heart
