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Exercise in pain part 4
by Sean D Rasmussen

Thursday, March 17, 2005
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Part 4 of the Exercise in Pain series.

A new seed is planted in a heart so fresh and new
It seems the chances of its blooming were more than you ever knew
In the corners of the heart, The Blood Dipped Rose blooms again,
To silently claim another, in the Exercise in Pain

Its razor thorns so unfreindly in the corners of the night,
when you know that there is no one there to hold you tight.
It is then you wake from deep dreams,calling out their name,
Its all a part of this thing called Love, the Exercise in Pain.

Then you find yourself waiting for someone special to call,
wondering if they are feeling the slightest love of all.
It is then you feel the thorns as it starts all over again,
The razor thorns of the Blood Dipped Rose, the Exercise in Pain

You feel the loss around you growing every second of each day,
there is no one there beside you on the bed where once two lay.
You wonder if there could be another more agonizing pain,
than the loss of a love, The Exercise in Pain.

When a lover turns their back on you and stings you with their words,
You feel the roses razor thorns pierce your soul like swords.
Some will say that it's the same old song and we all know the refrain,
Welcome to the thing called Love, The Exercise in Pain.

When you dream of things that now can never be,
You swear that there is no cure and you will hurt eternally.
The silence of the night is broken by your tears once again,
from the thorns of a Blood Dipped Rose, The Exercise in Pain.

You push the anguish deep within and try to make a smile,
But the roses thorns are anchored deep and hurt for a long long while.
You make a promise deep within never to love again,
But then the rules do change in The Exercise in Pain

Each of us have felt the thorns of The Rose colored red with blood,
and have felt the agony of losing the one that they love.
A million times have we made the vow never to love again,
But then we try once again to beat The Exercise in Pain.

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