'Twas once I wrote a song upon the sand
Whilst I traveled weary and far from home
There it lingered briefly as by command
And then was gone and left me still alone

My pain never undone and yet I feel
Somehow a bit closer to the release
That I need so badly to help me peel
Back the layers, expose the vile disease

My soul feels black and charred, truly it's scarred
Though I am not beyond redemption true
I still can not help but feel I'm marred
And utterly unworthy to love you

I crave your touch upon my heart although
I know that you can not and I'm hollow.

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