These wounds

These wounds
I carry

They make me smile
They make me feel alive

From battlefields before you were born
They spring

From songs unsung
From friends fallen

I hold them dear
Every single one

From love lost
From heaven’s disdain

And hell’s glee

I would wrap my arms round you now
And consider all things even

You are mine
I am yours


Let the winds howl
And the peoples rage

I will hold you
And we will be home

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