by ♥ Kari Hirshey ♥
Friday, November 15, 2002
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This land used to prosper; what happy times...
But fires burned it's soil, and killed its dreams,
And many an evil man did unspeakable crimes,
Until over the land; corruption teamed.
Barren lands now cover this place,
As hearts are ill-tended.
And as I fall with much disgrace,
I realise this scar can't be mended.
Never again, I promised myself,
For too much pain came with it all,
For all that came was hell,
And with no hand to help me up, I fall.
Never again, for I am scarred,
That is what I said,
But these feelings never can be barred,
But they grew instead.
Only to be burned in another blaze,
And with it dreams do die,
And crying; shaking, in a daze,
Another chance I do deny.
Maybe I don't deserve this thing called love,
Could it be? That it's just not meant to be?
But new options away I shove,
For I am afraid to see.
Afraid that I might get too involved,
Just to be pushed away.
And from this evil I am absolved,
For in this corner skaking, and I meant to stay?
Scarred by many a hardened hand,
I feel no drive to go on.
And now I start to demand,
That you leave me withdrawn.
But one person wouldn't heed my warning glare,
And came to rescue me from my own.
And from the pits of dispair,
Revived my heart of stone.
Thank you, for healing my scars,
And making me again believe.
And once again I can thank my lucky stars,
For my aching heart is relieved.