The wounded

Does it hurt

Do you wish for it to end

Answer this first

Do you imagine soon it’ll have to mend

But don’t you know

It’s been a feeling lurking on by

You by self appointed this foe

Come now tattered i’ve said this with a sigh

Can you read good time

As a deliverer it heals you proud

With laments through songs and rings of ancient chimes

Your love is chained, it cries like a wounded hound.

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