Meaningless chatter for endless pain,
Those merciless hands of beauty,
To fall in snare or refrain
Love a face of tragedy
For the falsehood of a woman’s word
And the trial of an aching soul
Pierced through with a burning sword
As I stumble in life as a new born foal
And born in care with a lesson of fortitude
Yet to forsake it all in attraction
A wretched heart that swayed by mood
Love now called damnation
And as simple as emotions were trampled
In the path of many a players
What took years of sweat to build
Now left to them as offering prayers
For why so weak and fragile has become
That manly sway and pride
Before their piercing eyes so cold and numb
What years with which I bide
The better half of ones own being
Never before in sighting such hate
But "better" there for a meaning
Yet it is now too late
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