Torn
An angelic cloth
White and flowing
covered me down the isle
I looked at you and saw you smile
I joined you
We became one
But time passed
and the love you had did not last
The dream became a nightmare
A prison I could not escape
The cloth now torn
Lay in a heap
stained with blood
What once was white
now looks more like rust
and now like us
it will blow away just like dust
White and flowing
covered me down the isle
I looked at you and saw you smile
I joined you
We became one
But time passed
and the love you had did not last
The dream became a nightmare
A prison I could not escape
The cloth now torn
Lay in a heap
stained with blood
What once was white
now looks more like rust
and now like us
it will blow away just like dust
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