In the dark
a voice cries out.
It cries for help, it cries for freedom.
Wounded love lies bleeding,
shedding the tears of my soul.
In the dark,
a voice now whispers.
It is hoping for justice, praying for mercy.
Lovers, made strangers, learning how to let go.
In the dark
that wounded heart steadies itself
and reaches out to the stars.
The love it once knew has flown by and gone,
and the pain it endures is relentless.
Yet, in spite of it all, the heart will endure
and somehow find it's way on.
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