My pain could write a thousand poems
Or break a thousand hearts
It could shatter someone’s very soul
Into a thousand parts

My love could heal a thousand wounds
It could span a thousand skies
It would gladly to stop to wipe the tears
From a thousand different eyes

My love and pain: they go to war
They are forces that refuse to yield
They fight until my heart is sore
For my life is now a battlefield

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