tear it down
all that i have
all that means anything to me
take it away
pile it up and burn

then there will be room
there are many wounds to heal
i dont want you to cover scars
i want you to heal the cause

there are trials ahead
much like the trials behind
you have always been there
you have always held me close

in these trials i may be stabbed in the back
i may be spit upon or beaten
i may fall and be dragged through the dust
the sand will stick to my tear-soaked cheeks
the blood will pool and dry
i will collapse an cry

be with me
hold me
be my hope to carry on
as i pick up the pieces



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