BIRTHMARK

A lot of words fled our tongue

Accusations flew

In these rooms of forgiveness

We saved a few

 

A lot of times we disagreed

Disappointment grew

In these rooms of resentment

Every dream burned blue

 

Cold water, digging up the mud inside

Dirt and soil, no more doubts to hide…

A lot of words burned a scar

They never ruled our mind

Some dirty cards were played

Not enough to render us blind

 

A lot of times we clearly felt

The fear in our heart

We tried to surrender

The hope for a new start

 

Cold water, digging up the mud inside

Dirt and soil, no more doubts to hide

Fence me in, like a birthmark on your skin

 

A lot of words leave our mouth

How they roam

These rooms of redemption

The comfort of a home

 

 

 

 

 

 


Cold water, digging up the mud inside

Dirt and soil, no more doubts to hide

Fence me in, like a birthmark on your skin

Fence me in, like a birthmark…

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