Look beyond lines in the sky


Lay not your frustration bare
On the purest gloom of affliction
Sucking down the bone marrow
Pummeling the walls with thine battering ram

Cover thine bleeding meat
With thick flesh of your soul
Look beyond lines in the sky
Tough times wears away fast

Crumbling is a thing of the mind
Wrestle in the chamber of thine heart
Sounds of bomb is a thing of normality
Fallen artillery won’t shatter the future

Clutch thine love as a weapon of war
Laughter as a medicine for the pains
Smiles to bury me on your arms
Open thine heart I will be your prisoner

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