In peaceful repose
Of coming to blows,
They lay on the hill
Where nobody knows,
Some sort of surmise
With tears in their eyes,
Would stitch all the hurt
And bandage the lies,
He wasn’t as strong
As thought all along,
Though he held his ground
To right what was wrong,
Some woeful mistake
His gift was to take,
A sorry goodbye
And watch her heart break.
Of coming to blows,
They lay on the hill
Where nobody knows,
Some sort of surmise
With tears in their eyes,
Would stitch all the hurt
And bandage the lies,
He wasn’t as strong
As thought all along,
Though he held his ground
To right what was wrong,
Some woeful mistake
His gift was to take,
A sorry goodbye
And watch her heart break.
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