Heart of the cards,
speak now to me.
I miss my days in paradise
when my soul was free.
I am burdened with care
for these faces that pass.
They've all become a part of me
please say it won't last.
Riddled with doubt.
Please let me out.
This fear has grabbed a hold of me
it screams and it shouts.
*Seven oceans cry when the tide rolls in
leave the beaches dirty and there's life again.
One volcano kills when the time is right
and leaves the earth a cinder at least for a night.
Winds of mercy carry me far away,
then maybe given time I will have something to say.*
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