Broken Heart & Tourtured Soul

Broken heart, tortured soul

Cast into a burning Hell

Where lost souls gather

There is no light

Only darkness and pain

Reaching out for one last hope

Only to be turned away

Gasping for air

For without I may die

To my death I shall fall

On my knees, I begin to pray

For an angel to save my soul

To take me away from all the tears and pain

And to give me life again

And to mend this broken heart, tortured soul.




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