Sometimes late when sleep is held at bay
All those memories come to play
You know, they’re never far
When a chance comes the night to mar
And the memories reopen the breaks in the
Heart unhealed and time won’t erase all
The wounds, refusing its work, call
As I will for time to complete the task
Though my soul knows what my heart doesn’t
Time never really completes that task.
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