In fear, in vacancy, in debt of love,
Until the heart can hear the voice
That pours the pain
Out of the holes
Onto the floor
At the foot of the door
To a future not a soul could predict,
But the heart and the voice always see.
The greatest change inspires pain,
Some fear, some debt, some vacancy,
With more to fill the gaps,
The holes, bullet-pierced,
Than ever tore open any soul.
Stitched by a voice
Given song by a heart
Ruled by a passion forever to be held.
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