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Will Hockin Apr 2014
There’s a scar on my heart

And that’s bad for a start

But it’s nothing to the state of my soul,


I've been blistered and broken

By all the lies that were spoken

My love wasn't all that she stole.


If you know the great pains

Even been drowned by her rains

You know of the heartbreak I speak,


There’s no sure defence

Against such savage offence

And the future seems glaringly bleak.



All the punches she threw

Landed straight, strong and true

And my walls just crumbled in fear,



When your soul is defeated

And all defences depleted

That’s when you see crystal clear.



For though the battle was lost

And the scars show the cost

Your soul is a remarkable thing,



Picking you up from the ground

Where’s there’s no life to be found

Your heart has a story to sing.



If you listen you’ll learn

That sometimes love burns

But the flames are what make you whole,


For without all the wars

Love has no cause

To heal and strengthen your soul.

— The End —