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Dec 2010
POOR MY HEART OUT
LET MY SOLE SPILL TO THE GROUND
LET ME BE FOUND
LET THIS MAN COME TO LIFE
LET THIS BOY GO
THIS BOY WHO STOOD BEFORE YOU
ASKED ONLY THAT YOU LOVE HIM
THIS BOY YOU TURNED AWAY
IS THE MAN STANDING HERE TODAY
THE AGGRAVATION IN HIS VOICE
BUILT UP FROM YEARS WITHOUT A CHOICE
NOW THE MAN YOU SEE IS SO DESPERATELY
TRYING TO BE HEARD EVEN IF ONE WORD
ITS NOT HIS FAULT HE KNEW NO LOVE
ITS NOT HIS FAULT HE WASNT BORN RIDING ON A SILVER SPOON
BUT WITH WHAT HE KNOWS NOW
HE WILL FIND A WAY SOMEHOW
TO FILL THE VOID IN HIS CHEST AND DO WHAT HE DOES BEST
TRIED THE CHURCH, HYPOCRITES
TRIED THE THE DRUGS, LOST HIS SENSE
TRIED THE FAME, JUST A GAME
NOW HES BLAZING HIS OWN **** PATH AND THEY AINT NO SHAME IN THAT
SO UNTIL YOU CAN EXCEPT THIS BOY TURNED MAN, LEAVE HIM BE, LET HIM STAND.
Written by
Derick Van Dusen
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