They stitch the gash within the heart,
They mend the tear within the soul,
And somehow, they find life's art.
If pain arrives, they bear the brunt,
If tears descend, they drink them down,
Until life’s echoes softly hum.
If you command, we meet our end,
If you but say, we choose to live,
And find a way to make amends.
In markets dark, where shadows creep,
The weary souls, they find their breath,
And in that gloom, they choose to keep.
Like blooms that thrive on thorny ground,
Like petals kissed by cruelest thorns,
Where life's true essence can be found.
They stitch the gash within the heart,
And somehow, they find life's art.
And somehow, they find life's art.
They stitch the gash within the heart,
And somehow, they find life's art.
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