Lies lies and more lies
Each creating it’s own grave
Full of bits of souls.
Pieces of the souls
broken off by lies believed,
Fill the holes with pain.
We walk through the fields
Search each and every grave,
Wanting our pieces back.
We gather pieces
That someone stole with a lie.
To be whole again.
Written by Deborah E. Dayen
The refrain in this song is “Maybe I’ll be whole again some day.” Thought it was appropriate.
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Powerful imagery!
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Lies, pieces of souls, and broken souls looking in graves to retrieve missing pieces: I love the way you’ve tied everything together into a beautiful whole (pun intended :-)).
thank you so much. It’s so nice to hear that it came across as intended. So many times great beauty is borne of great pain. hugs….
“So many times great beauty is borne of great pain” – yes, indeed, such bittersweet beauty.
Lovely song. Very peaceful. Hugs ☺
Thanks. It’s one of my favorites. Hugs back. 🙂
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