Repair My Soul

Posted on 2003-06-03

You'll scramble about,
trying to pick up the pieces
to repair my soul.


Fix my mind,
Free my heart....


But you'll discover
the shards are too small,
and too scattered.


So you'll leave,
having given me nothing
to repair my soul.


Allowing me
to analyse my thoughts,
once again.



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