A paper bridge under attack by razor winds,
I was as fragile as a baseball bat made out of glass.
Naive as a child sheltered from the outside world,
I fell for your sparkling words.
Left in a mess,
a heap of soiled linens on the floor,
I drowned repeatedly in my tear-filled bath
until I returned to stone.
I will go back to the warrior that I was before.
I was as fragile as a baseball bat made out of glass.
Naive as a child sheltered from the outside world,
I fell for your sparkling words.
Left in a mess,
a heap of soiled linens on the floor,
I drowned repeatedly in my tear-filled bath
until I returned to stone.
I will go back to the warrior that I was before.
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