Stark Naked

I was clutching on tattered vines Praying fervently to all that are divine To let it hold Please make it hold I was gripping tightly on my last strand of faith (I'm slipping) Just let me hold Let my life hold Then you pulled at me And I went crashing d o w n So here I am with a shattered heart, a broken soul and a tattered gown.

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