There are many paths
that lead to broken dreams
There are many lives that end in tears
there is pain rising with each tide
and crushing every heart from deep within
Time has no mercy for any soul
and accepts no bargains in the end
Death is certain for every man
as certain as the sunset
Or the full Moon in July
Oh my Beloved,
Take this battered heart
and scrape away the mud and scars
from this old worn out warrior
He will not fight this final battle alone
and he has already thrown down
his bloodied sword
He's banging on the door
of the tree house
A warrior, gravely wounded
The wind is howling
and a chill is in the air
Death is waiting close
with a dagger drawn
All that has been said and done
means nothing
that lead to broken dreams
There are many lives that end in tears
there is pain rising with each tide
and crushing every heart from deep within
Time has no mercy for any soul
and accepts no bargains in the end
Death is certain for every man
as certain as the sunset
Or the full Moon in July
Oh my Beloved,
Take this battered heart
and scrape away the mud and scars
from this old worn out warrior
He will not fight this final battle alone
and he has already thrown down
his bloodied sword
He's banging on the door
of the tree house
A warrior, gravely wounded
The wind is howling
and a chill is in the air
Death is waiting close
with a dagger drawn
All that has been said and done
means nothing
Within the heart
inside the ruby window
My Beloved rests by a warm fire
She's sleeping soundly
Her face is glowing
in the flame's soft
crimson light.
Narayan


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