Above the mountains under the valleys
Hidden in the shrubs rolling into balls
Bruised and battered from west to east
I hear my broken heart feebly calls
The lingering of my bitter past
Those stories of mine were never told
Through the events cracked and crushed
The broken heart in me remains cold
The burning flame in my every gaze
With my veins entangled and frozen
Mumbling my prayer till my last breathe
Hoping the steps I take are not artificial
There is no exit in this dark place
Where my memories hidden reside
Nothing is left for my heart to trace
When my heart itself is broken inside..
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