I am a solider back from war
Bruised, battered and burnt…will you adore?
My scars stretch wider than the pores of pain, deep beneath the core.
Try as I might to fight this fright that trembles my heart I see thee…
I want thee…but…
My scars stretch wider than the pores of pain, deep beneath the core.
Try as I might to fight this fright that trembles my heart I see thee…
I want thee…but…
You look at me black brother and I turn to butter, for I feel thee
It is Strange how I seem to stutter when…
I try to mutter words that matter the most today…
It must be…
This ego that will not let me go, do you hear me Amigo?
I am a solider back from war
Bruised, battered and burnt…will you adore?
My scars stretch wider than the pores of pain, deep beneath the core.
Try as I might to fight this fright that trembles my heart I see thee…
I want thee…but…
This ego that will not let me go, do you hear me Amigo?
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