You tore the sun from my skies
with both hands
plucked out my eyes
left me lying alone
cut deep to the bone
my heart shattered
in pieces scattered
to numb to cry
perhaps I'll die
with both hands
plucked out my eyes
left me lying alone
cut deep to the bone
my heart shattered
in pieces scattered
to numb to cry
perhaps I'll die
©2007 Michael Shelby
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