She walks around the room counting her steps
Taking twenty four of them everytime she's in pain
Twelve are for the lover who left her in ruin
And the other twelve are for the man who saved her the pain
Before she starts walking again she begins to speak and mumble her speeches
Don't let me down she says, don't fill my soul
With empty promises you cannot just keep
No stick and stones, no broken bones
Only touch me with fairness from the great above
Make me feel my abode with love and peace Overwhelming my soul for a greater good
As all the dogs continue to bark, it's worth knowing
Like all good fruits the balance of life is in ripe and ruin.
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