Ever Changing Mind
The wind sweeps my soft soul away
A prayer and a kiss couldn’t prepare me to stay.
My silence impedes so loudly, with no end.
A lifetime of making amends could be my only friend.
A fault and a flaw are the results of my ever changing mind,
To live sensibly, leaving my troublesome wits behind.
I will pick the scarlet roses in the garden at sunrise,
Bury them in my soul while the coldness in me dies
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