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Click hereWhen true love does not seem it has time to fall.
He left me brokenhearted.
Butterfly's caught my heart and the caterpillars mended it back together.
My heart grew back with the leaves.
God blessed my heart with yellow.
Yet with the darkness falls with the moonlight shines down you can see onto my heart the cracks God's hands could not heal, free will.
As that moonlight casts its soul onto my heart.
The cracks play a track that sounds like
Clicky clack clack clack.
It fresh cuts on bloody road to find truth.
Stepping onto the spot of memory and future.
I make it my own.
And I write for God and love.
Which is one.
God bless.