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A single grain can tip the scale
amidst the burden the scale will prevail
showing what`s worth being here
storyteller by a hearth of stone
A white little creature purring me
my childhood kingdom gone in time
the islands filling my mind with blue
the one in speacial, heaven`s court
All the joy unforgiven by this task
An errant soul, homeless and foul
all gone but the will to
live to tell the tale
The days are filled with anxiety
frustration, one right note a day
where to find a perfect tune
just do the work and take a step back
All the joy...
An errant soul...
Dark chambers of my mind
locked around the neck of my love
none of you understand
and it doesn`t matter
to a broken marionette like me
An errant soul...
Oh how i hate mykind
have it all
yet wish to die
Not mykind but the kind as you are
saints in cain`s mask
i love you
i just did