my eyes ache and i am afraid sooner
if my hardheadedness persists a little longer i may
become one blind old man
begging for mercy and looking for love
justly enough did you say that love is blind
that true lovers cannot see
that mercy is grace?
my heart aches and soon enough i may become
a heartless old man remembering the pieces
of broken hearts and shattered memories
scattered on the floor
of my past
mirrors gleaming with light reflecting
many faces with eyes flowing a river of tears
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