| For the Heart, Soul and Mind |
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| In these wastelands of emotions we all strive to find |
| Someone for our heart, soul and mind |
| A poet writes of a tale so drear |
| To grow old alone we all dread and fear |
| And out of nothing comes a love so dire |
| I feel it burning my skin like fire |
| My heart feels wrapped in barbed wire |
| But what a sweet, sweet desire |
| So come all the shadows from one’s past |
| To haunt a lonely heart with a love so vast |
| As the fiddler plays a dreadful theme |
| A godlike apparition comes to fulfill the dream |
