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When my heart beats broken
He accommpanies it with compassion
And when my soul sings love
He strikes the chords of my hope
Built up, broken down, bruised and battered
By running those sweet somethings
Over the ivories of my past
When he said he never imagined that this would last
When he told me that he was a lost boy
In a grown man's frame
Made of stained glass
And his eyes are more than just windows
They are portals of life and time
Never could they be explored in one
Lifetime, one time he told me
That his daddy was a glassmaker
That's why his heart doesn't break
It shatters
A million pieces of a reflection
Looking back at him in disappoinment
Does it make him less of a man
If tears sometimes escape from his eyes?
If he wants to do more for his family
Than pay child support to provide
Wanting to live life
Not just survive
Does it make him weak
If his girl sees him cry
Would make him any less Than God's first portrit of himself
If she wipes the tears from his eyes
And he tries, so hard to pave his own road
So he won't walk in his father's shadow
But his cement turns to quicksand
Quicker than he can pray for wings
So suicide sings to him every morning
And he runs these streets in all black
Mourning the last heartbeats of his hope
Playing Russian Roulette with these girls
ing back their virgin souls
Pulling the trigger of temptation
Shots of lust fill the air
Trying to empty his pistol into any female
And run
Leaving him defenseless so he doesn't
Feel so guilty
Knowing he can't face her heart
After the rising of the sun
Because hee's witnessed love kill
His father's imprints of love engraved
On his mother's skull
Candy hearts dancing down the side of her face
Creating a crimson halo around her head
Dying those silk black threads of her mother's repeating history
Red
Beauty takes her last breath
Still loving the beast
Leaving a lost boy's heart to grow cold
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