A glimmer penetrates the cloud
Just a small patch of light
Of hope, of heaven, of joy
And you bring it all freely
With no judgement
Just the need to offer shelter
And you're aching to save me
But it's too much so I run
Breathless, tiring, aching
It's a pattern of destruction
For I know the end already
I'll break your heart
Or you'll break mine
So why start something beautiful
Only to watch it go up on flames
These battle scars haven't faded
Armour smeared with tears and dirt
I'll wield my blood stained sword again
I'm at war with love
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