Wound
I tried to describe it as thorn in the side
These three thousand years and the pain of the ride
But wound is as deep in the mind as can be
Not merest of thorns in the side of our glee
It may be a jagged edge blade best conveys
The way it maneuvers to render and flay
The heart of the human and humanity
Deeper and deeper, it cuts as we flee
From rational thought of a sentient race
That fulfills the heart for the soul to embrace
But clamour increases and love we displace
All chances of love we seek to erase
There's only one love that keeps me on track
For love of a woman, I'll keep coming back
She transforms my soul and renders my heart
From sense of betrayal to love set apart
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