my life is my own, truth be told my heart is my home
dusty boxes full of cliches and fairy tales clutter the corners of my mind
with trimmings of old memories, some good some bad, im losing my power to recall
peace and contentment fill up my soul, until it rains adversity and all overflows
the thoughts of my heart are occupied by love and conviction, a position of faith unyielding
please give me life, give me breath, an immortal frame to call home...
a heart thats enduring, a life not my own
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