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A cure to loves ache

by elvis-okumu

I ache and I ache without a break I ache Enough, enough it is more than I can take An antidote, a cure this is what I need For from this bondage I endure I need to be freed And yet and yet the rope that holds me The voice the siren the false hope I hear on this sea Pulls back, tugs back down it holds me I don’t, I don’t understand my misery And yet I know where I need to go And yet my progress drags on moving so slow Why oh why must you be my anchor Why, from land do you keep this sailor? Spurned out, cast out I left in dishonor A heart cut down, I was left to morn her And so I tried and tried to go and leave here To escape, to be free from this pain that me sears And yet I try but that step I don’t take For when I do leave, and pull out this hurtful stake A black a dark sound my soul will make For it remembers the sun, the warmth, the love it was forced to forsake.
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Feb 13, 2012
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