I digged my fate too deep in a hole,
No one really has to know.
Wonder when what left to come of soul,
When laid rest no more of woe.
Sorrows come day by day year by year,
And it seems like nothing done.
Searching for love to touch me and sear,
This I promise not to shun.
Show me more in life than being numb,
To be genuine again.
A hardened heart knows when it is dumb,
So can it heal, if so, when?
To never lose hope as I adown.
destined to find out even trapped lown.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 4:11 PM UTC
I digged my fate too deep in a hole,
No one really has to know.
Wonder when what left to come of soul,
When laid rest no more of woe.
Sorrows come day by day year by year,
And it seems like nothing done.
Searching for love to touch me and sear,
This I promise not to shun.
Show me more in life than being numb,
To be genuine again.
A hardened heart knows when it is dumb,
So can it heal, if so, when?
To never lose hope as I adown.
destined to find out even trapped lown.
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