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I wrote this for a friend. She won't probably guess its for her but it is. And I hope someday she'll understand. There is an Extended version, but this is the basic one. Aad if so requested I will post the rest.
The Cure-
Your thoughts have no rhyme or reason, your words could set fire to the coldest season
But its not what you say, Only what you feel, That'll determine whats real
few know the demons you face, and all the lies you hide in shame
Somewhere far away though, a man sits And waits
He'll believe in you, even when you come unglued
Give you his faith or lend you his strength, pour out his heart or use his words to temper your pain
And when you lose faith and you will, for no ones ever found the iron clad will
Look to your phone and call on me, I have faith, I have strength, I have heart, and I can ease your pain.
Only through Conviction, faith, will, and strength. Will you ever find the ways to Cure your pain.
The Cure-
Your thoughts have no rhyme or reason, your words could set fire to the coldest season
But its not what you say, Only what you feel, That'll determine whats real
few know the demons you face, and all the lies you hide in shame
Somewhere far away though, a man sits And waits
He'll believe in you, even when you come unglued
Give you his faith or lend you his strength, pour out his heart or use his words to temper your pain
And when you lose faith and you will, for no ones ever found the iron clad will
Look to your phone and call on me, I have faith, I have strength, I have heart, and I can ease your pain.
Only through Conviction, faith, will, and strength. Will you ever find the ways to Cure your pain.