Hope
My
heart´s locked up
And
buried alive In a coffin made of fears.
And
goldish chains They do embrace What untrue embraces cut.
My
heart´s locked up And guarded by tears For hurt and
pain And broken trust Gave birth To blooding love.
I´ll
offer thee This golden key For thee may be Worth it.
And
not only a key But with it my heart And it´s biggest
fortune I lay in your hand
You
might be my saviour, my resurrection You might be my darkest
funeral.
My
faith, my future, My heart, my fears, My guarding tears
And
all my loving blood From now on It lies in thy hands!
©2004AnnaLiljaHaefele
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